Won't you hold me now
Maka dodges through the front doors of the Conrad, panting and stumbling a little bit until she gets to front desk. She stops there steadies herself against the marble counter top, and gasps at the woman behind it.
"Soul. I'm looking for Soul. Eater Evans. Soul Eater Evans. He's staying here."
The woman gives her a very blank stare. "Miss, I think you have the wrong hotel."
"No!" Maka scowls fiercely. "This is it. He said the Conrad. Look him up. Page his room or something."
Another politely blank expression. "Of course, miss."
A few keystroke and a faux-sympathetic smile, and the woman shakes her head. "There is no Soul Eater Evans listed."
The Technician thumps her head gently against the counter, so she can avoid looking at the woman--and avoid showing the tears she's trying to fight.
"He said the Conrad. What's going on?"
"Soul. I'm looking for Soul. Eater Evans. Soul Eater Evans. He's staying here."
The woman gives her a very blank stare. "Miss, I think you have the wrong hotel."
"No!" Maka scowls fiercely. "This is it. He said the Conrad. Look him up. Page his room or something."
Another politely blank expression. "Of course, miss."
A few keystroke and a faux-sympathetic smile, and the woman shakes her head. "There is no Soul Eater Evans listed."
The Technician thumps her head gently against the counter, so she can avoid looking at the woman--and avoid showing the tears she's trying to fight.
"He said the Conrad. What's going on?"