"I am so sorry." he appologized. He reached out with a towel in hand to dry me off, but instead, he suddenly stopped, then handed the towel to me. "Here. I am so sorry." He repeated.
"It's okay. Really. Just water." I wrung my shirt out over the sink and put the towel under my arm.
"Hi. I'm Taylor Hanson." He gave me his hand to shake.
"Hi" I took his hand. "Hi Taylor. I'm Angelique D'Amour."
"Angelique D'Amour. Are you French?" We dropped hands.
"Half. My father's a Frenchman."
"Cool." I just shrugged.
"I suppose."
"Why?"
"I don't remember him."
"Oh." There was an awkward silence.
"So. What are you doing here outside of Seattle?"
"We're working on a new video."
"Awesome."
"If you don't mind me asking, why did your grandma put you in the basement, and why did she have to leave to let you let me talk to you?"
"Well, first question first. She put me in the basement because I was in a room I wasn't supposed to be in. But I get sent down there enough to have a bunch of stuff stored up for everytime I go down there. And that part about me not letting you talk to me- well, the last time I got involved with a client, my grandma didn't approve of it, so she poisioned my food to make me sick enough to be bedridden for a month. That's why I'm in no hurry to talk to you. Sorry if I've been so rude about it."
"No. Wow. I had no idea." His face was turning red.
"It's okay."
"Where is she now?" He looked angry. Uh-oh.
"In town with Kaitlin. Look Taylor-"
"Tay." He inturrupted sharply. I took a step back.
"I can tell you're upset about something. But about what, I'm not sure."
"I'm upset about your grandma."
"Well, don't be. Not to discourage you or anything, but there's nothing you can do." I heard the bell ring from the lobby. We exchanged glances. "Excuse me." I went to see who it was. There were new guests that I had to show to their rooms. As soon as I finished that task, the servant's bell rang for the Green room.
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