Oh, how I love travelling for work. Everybody seems to think travelling when somebody else is paying for it is a great thing, but it's just a different rental car, a different office building and a different hotel room.
Anyway, having checked in, I rode the elevator up to the 14th floor and stumbled around finding the pointy arrows to tell me how to find my room.
It was late, I walked in and flipped on the light switch in the hallway, lighting my way in to the main bedroom area. I dragged my luggage, a clothing bag small enough to legally carry on (I hate all those asshats who take suitcases as carry-ons) and a computer bag into the main room and dropped it on the bed. I couldn't instantly see the light switch, but I assumed it was by the night stand, and the curtains were open. They always leave the curtains open.
I dropped the clothing bag at the foot of the bed, and the computer bag on the bed. I pulled off my jacket and dropped that on the bed, then, stretching, I walked over to close the goddamn curtains.
Just as I got to the window, and reached up for the curtain, a light flickered on in a building across the way, several floors below me. I glanced over, and saw a woman arrive at the window, and pull back net curtains, allowing me, and anybody else watching, to see into her apartment.
She was average looking, with shoulder length brown hair in a ponytail. She was wearing glasses, and I'd guess she was around 5'6".
I stood there, holding the curtain, watching as she took off her jacket, tossing it to the side. She stood at the window, looking out. She was wearing a black skirt and a white blouse. She wasn't looking at me, but seemed to be looking intently across at another building.
