Sarah Part 1

Sean Pov After walking around, Leslie and I finally found a reasonably large inn. We also decided to stay here. After parking my motorbike in the inn's parking area, Leslie and I entered the inn. Our goal is not other than for the reception desk to make room reservations. A very young woman greeted us kindly. "We want to book two rooms," said Leslie. I just stood beside Leslie, waiting for an answer from the receptionist. "Sorry, the inn is currently full. There is only one room left," replied the receptionist, which disappointed me. I'm sure Leslie is just as disappointed as I am. "How about this, Sean? Should we continue on our way to the dormitory or should we find another inn?" I ignored Leslie's question. I'm looking for a proper solution to this problem. I'm already tired of riding my motorbike. Besides that, my stomach is also thrashing, asking to be filled. "Excuse me, are there any other inns around here that are not too far from here?" I asked the receptionist. "Newcomers rarely visit this place because the area here is quite quiet and remote. So there is no other inn near here." I felt disappointed again after hearing that answer. I cannot continue my journey when my stomach is hungry and the streets are dark because the time is 20.38. "Don't worry, there are two beds in that room," said the receptionist, which finally made my doubts disappear. "Okay, we take the room," I said. When Leslie hit my hand, I knew she must be shocked and could not accept my decision. However, I ignored it and continued paying the room rent. After the receptionist gave me the room key, an officer at this inn escorted us to our room. I set my foot to follow him. Even though she was grumbling, Leslie kept walking behind me. "Sean ... you're crazy, huh? Why are you renting this room? Do we have to sleep in one room?" I still ignore it. 13 is the number on the room door we will be in. After the inn clerk left us, I opened the bedroom door. I smelled strange when I entered the room, but I ignored it. The room is quite spacious, neat, and clean. It was true what the receptionist said earlier. There are two beds in this room. This room has a television, air conditioning, wardrobe, table, and chairs. The bathroom is also in this room. I checked all the facilities in this room carefully. After feeling everything was in good condition, I lay on one of the beds. I closed my eyes to release all the tiredness that I felt. Then suddenly, I remember something. I glanced at Leslie, who had been grumbling all along, but now she stood frozen by the door. I got up and approached her. "Lesley, I'm sorry. Tonight we have to stay here. I'm so tired, I'm afraid something will happen if I force myself to ride a motorcycle. I'm hungry too. You must be hungry too, right?" Leslie did not respond at all to what I said. She just looked down. "Leslie, you're all right? Are you mad because I rented this room? Sorry, I have to. You don't need to worry, I won't do anything to you. I promise." Leslie was still silent and looked down. I felt something strange with Leslie since entering this room. "D-don't you believe me, Leslie?" However, she remained silent. I tried to shake her body until she finally lifted her head and looked at me. "I'm fine," she said, walking over to her bed and silently sitting there. "Shall we go find some food?" I asked, to which she responded with a nod. She got up and walked ahead of me. I followed her. She walked very fast when we were out of the room. I had a hard time keeping pace with her. I was increasingly convinced that there was something strange about Leslie. I held her hand, stopping our footsteps. "You are mad, huh? If you don't want to stay here. Alright, let's continue our journey to the dormitory. How? Please don't be angry anymore." I wouldn't say I like this, Leslie. She was so strange and suddenly became quiet like this. I prefer her to be talkative and often angry. "No, I want to stay here. I'm hungry," she said without looking at my face. Then she continued walking, and so did I. We were fortunate because, outside the inn, there were several food vendors. Leslie walked towards the burger and fried chicken seller. Without asking my opinion, she sat on a chair and ordered food. "I ordered 50 fried chicken and 50 burgers," she told the seller. She said I was surprised by the order: 50 fried chicken and 50 burgers. I thought it was too much, but we only ate it together. "All right, miss. Is that all the order? How about rice and drinks?" asked the seller, but was ignored by Leslie. "Two servings of rice and two warm oranges to drink." I was the one who answered the seller's question. "Okay, please wait a moment for the order." The seller left us. I sat beside Leslie and watched her. Leslie was still silent with her gaze down. "You seem hungry, huh? 50 fried chicken and 50 burgers ... I think that's too much. We're just eating together." "I'm hungry," she replied. Huff, I exhale slowly. I didn't want to add to her bad mood, so I chose to be silent. Not long after, our orders arrived. I started eating my food because I was starving. However, since this afternoon, my stomach has not been filled with food, plus the long journey we have just been through. My eating activity stopped when I heard a noise from beside me. The voice came from Leslie. My eyes widened when I saw Leslie devouring her food as if she had not eaten for days. She then had 50 burgers she devoured as if she immediately swallowed them without chewing them first. In an instant, the burger was completely devoured. She also turned to eat the fried chicken in front of her. I really can't believe what I'm seeing. Leslie, I've never seen her like this. The Leslie I know is a graceful girl. She always manages her diet even all this time because she once told me she didn't want to get fat. However, what I see is this is Leslie.