Wasn't the most graceful entrance into a hotel room I'd ever made, nearly dropping the pizza box in my hands as I pushed and pulled the door close with a foot.
Then I turned around and saw her sitting in the chair and dropped the box anyway.
"The fuck?"
She said nothing, but pulled a small gold coin out of a hidden pocket and placed it on the table. I knew what it was, I knew she was calling in the favor, and that I'd have to do something horrible, quickly. I sighed, breathing deeply.
"Cold pizza is better, anyway."
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