>>6053362After traversing the unnecessary long hall, you arrive at the reception desk. The man behind has a bellboy outfit.
“Hey. Excuse me.” Matilda takes the initiative to talk to the receptionist.
“Benbenuti! I’m Mr. California! Do you have a reservation?” The eerily enthusiastic Bellboy scrubs his hands while talking with an uncomfortable smile plastered on his face.
“Uhm, no, we came to visit a friend.” The only time you had to deal with hotel staff, the girl in charge was half-asleep.
“My deepest apologies! But we only welcome our travelers at this desk.” Mr. California pulls out a napkin to stop his tears from flowing. “You’ll receive help on the second floor.”
“Right…” You don’t know if that’s normal.
You don’t want to cause trouble, so you move onto the second floor. It’s some type of diner, this is the place where most of the guests are passing the time. You approach the bar counter.
“Benbenuti! I’m Mr. San Francisco!” It’s… the same Bellboy.
“Aren’t you the guy from the floor below?” You throw away the ridiculous notion that this might be the other guy’s twin brother before it goes through your mind.
“Yes, but here I’m called Mr. San Francisco!” The man's smile gets wider somehow. “How can I help you?”
“You know why we are here.” Matilda dryly retorts.
“But what guest are you here to visit?” Mr. San Francisco ponders.
“Fiora Kobashi.” Wilma responds.
