Rhonda

The arriving guests looked so elegant and prosperous and wouldn’t probably hand her over their phone considered the fact that she looked like a homeless person. Think Leyla, damn it, she said to herself. She paced back and forth, looking anxiously at the nearby forest. She didn’t know what Gabe would do exactly when he realized she was gone. He lost it, that was crystal clear to her by now, but was he crazy enough to storm into a Hotel to get her. She certainly didn’t hope so. As she walked up and down a hotel employee, working at the bar kept watching her. In the afternoon, there was usually nothing going on in the hotel bar, people only met during happy hour, from four to six, when Drinks were handed out on the double for the regular price. Well and even though mostly wealthy clientele showed up, they still took the offer gladly. Rhonda thought about an old saying; learn to save money from the rich people, according to the motto - tight is right -. She smiled to herself, well there were exceptions, the horn dog who had been here with his son a year ago, who had thrown around with money just to impress her. She thought back amusedly about that crazy night. She had drunk that guy under the table, and then they had destroyed a part of the furniture run down motel, because Rodriguez, her jealous boyfriend had showed up out of the blue. Man, Rodriguez was a complete asshole and she was glad that she'd finally gotten rid of the bastard, which hadn’t been so easy. She should be thankful to the cops, even if she didn’t like them. In this particular case, however, they had come in handy, as they arrested Rodriguez again after a burglary, and this time, he would remain in jail for a while as a repeat offender. So, there was enough time for her to settle down somewhere as far away from this place until he was free again. She had to leave this place as soon as possible, because it had been her telling the cops about the burglary. If Rodriguez ever found out that she had tricked him, she was as good as dead. Maybe she should pay a visit to the old horn dog from Toronto, who was loaded as shit, at least it had looked this way back then. She had kept his card; his name was Carmine Grande. However, he hadn’t called her since last year, assumingly that was how guys were. Out of sight out of mind. All these thoughts crossed Rhonda's mind while she watched the disheveled girl pacing around the hotel grounds. Something was wrong with her, the girl looked as if she was on the run from someone. Rhonda knew this feeling. "Mike, can you take over for a minute? I have to take care of something, "she said to her colleague, who was just standing around, as there were only two guests in the bar. He nodded, and Rhonda went outside the hotel lobby to the girl, who hadn’t noticed her yet. "Hi, you look kind of lost. Are you looking for something?" Leyla was startled, expecting to be chased away, because she was lingering like some homeless person outside of the country club. Obviously, the woman was an employee of the hotel. Still, she looked too friendly to send her away. Leyla decided that it was worth a try to ask her where the next public phone was located. She gathered all of her remaining charm, which was somehow difficult in her condition, and tried to smile at the woman winningly; "Yes, I've lost my bag, and I need to call someone. Would it be possible to use your phone for a second? "Rhonda glanced curiously at her. She looked completely exhausted and disheveled. Her jeans were torn and full of mud. Rhonda knew that torn jeans were said to be fashionable, but with all fashion awareness, the girl also had skinned hands and arms, something was definitely wrong with her. «Of course, follow me, you can use my phone." Leyla followed her cautious towards the hotel entrance: “This is very nice of you, but I have to mention that my wallet was in my bag, I have no money at all." Rhonda laughed giving her a friendly side glance; "Well, I don’t think you're going to make your phone call with overseas, and I'll drop dead once I get the next phone bill, right?" Leyla shrugged, uncertain; "no, of course not, it's just a local call, I mean the number I have to call is in Ontario." Rhonda took her arm pushing her into a small room, which was on the right side of the hotel lobby. It was obviously the changing room of the employees. "I'm Rhonda, by the way!" "My name is Leyla!"