Dishes clinked in an adjoining restaurant, and a stream of voices flowed from the service desk as a large group of tourists checked in. The stranger meandered to a guest coffee station and fixed a cup of brew. Then he sipped while watching two female receptionists distribute keys. One was older with a stern expression, and the other was in her twenties with short spiky hair and too much makeup. Neither were his type, but the younger one had a nice rack and a friendly smile. The busty woman sensed someone’s eyes on her and looked over, meeting the stranger’s stare. He smiled, unconcerned about being caught, and she blushed as she resumed her task. From then on, she couldn’t help but sneak glimpses of her admirer, and the stranger knew he had an ally. When the rush dissipated, the young receptionist told her coworker to take a break then began shuffling through papers. “You work too hard,”
