Motel

It's my duty to <s>keep</s> make <s>my</s> all customers happy and satisfied with the service. <s>To do so </s>In doing so, <s>most of the time</s>, I tend to observe their behaviors and expressions most of the time. That day, a young couple entered <s>into</s> the Motel. I knew them, <s>his name was</s> their names were Martin and <s>her name was</s> Elisa. Elisa has always been <s>always</s> a good girl. She <s>went to</s> attended a college and <s>she</s> finished her studies <s>at a university</s> abroad. <s>Whereas</s> As for Martin, he was a shopkeeper and a part time singer at a local café. “See, <s>love</s> (maybe honey ?). Isn't this a perfect place for us?” Said Martin while he was holding Elisa's arm (I prefer Elisa´s hand). She seemed a little bit troubled (maybe upset is better). I <s>decided to</s> pretended to be cleaning one of <s>the closest</s> tables close to them in order to hear more of what was going on between the two. “Hey, sir! A room for two, please.” said Martin, and that was my cue to snap out of my performance of a good employee. I <s>get</s> got them a room, and Martin went ahead to check it. Meanwhile, Elisa sat at the table I was cleaning before. “What do you think about this motel?” I asked her, “It's very... cozy.” I laughed, “Is that everything you want to say?” After <s>I finished saying</s> hearing that, she stood up and looked at me with a forced smile, “Today's my anniversary.” That was the last thing she said. She walked away and left something on the table, <s>a piece of paper it looked like</s> resembling a piece of paper. I <s>found out</s> realised it was a postcard <s>with the image of</s> from Paris when I grabbed it, and, based on what I could read, Elisa was spending her anniversary with the wrong person <s>and</s> in the wrong place.

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