Shelly stepped off the sun soaked pavement into the lobby of the Stoughton hotel. The lobby was cool, the high ceiling echoing her footsteps as she approached the reception desk.
The receptionist chewed distractedly on a red lollypop, mouth half open and making sloppy sounds as she tongued the sweet into her cheek. She flicked a page in the book she was reading and blinked long mascaraed lashes.  
"Excuse me," Shelly said.
The receptionist's eyebrows creased. Setting down the book (a tattered copy of Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire, Shelly noticed) she took the sweet from her mouth, and, holding the thing like a cigarette, wrist limp, said, "Yes." It was not a question. "I want the key to room 213," Shelly demanded.
The receptionist, with laborious movements, stood up and retrieved the key from the hook behind her.
"Thanks," Shelly said, but the receptionist was already turning back to her book.
Shelly crossed the lobby, stride confident, one arm swinging at her side as the other caressed the bulge between her skin and the waistband of her jeans, hidden by her flowing white shirt.  She entered the elevator, pressed the button for the sixth floor and smiled.  When the elevator reached the floor, a faint ding sounded and the doors opened.  Shelly walked through the doors, looking for her room.
As she approached her room, she noticed a man nearby.  At first she thought nothing of it, but as she got closer, she realized that the man was actually standing right outside her door.  That’s strange, she thought.  She slowed as she came up to him, cautious.  When she finally reached him, he turned to her and smiled broadly.  Shelly was taken aback for a moment and tried her hardest to speak; when she finally could, it wasn’t as strong as she would have liked.
"May...may I help you?" Shelly managed.
"No, not really."  Still smiling at her, he looked at the numbers on her door, thoughtful.  "Although, I do think that I can help you."
Over her small surprise, she became angry.  "Who the hell do you think you are?"
The man chose not to answer at first and instead laughed at her.  His smile never stopped.  Then Shelly noticed his ring finger: there was no ring.  Understanding dawned on her face.  The man noticed her gaze and shook his head.
"No, I’m not out here looking for a good time."  He laughed loudly and Shelly was surprised to find that she felt embarrassed.  She chided herself for thinking so hastily.  "I just want to make sure you know what’s beyond this door."
She rolled her eyes.  "Of course I know!  It’s my damned hotel room!"  Even angrier now, she pushed the man out of the way, unlocked her hotel room as fast as she could, and ripped open the door.