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Marcia stood as well. "If you ever find yourself back in this part of town, look me up. Room 304. Whale sounds and all."

Kathy smiled, a genuine, soft expression that reached her eyes. "I might just do that. Thanks for the coffee, Marcia." fakehostel kathy anderson marica chanelle new

"So," Kathy said, leaning against the counter while Marcia fiddled with the coffee maker. "What’s your story? Are you a traveler?" Marcia stood as well

Kathy chuckled, a warm sound that seemed to fill the narrow hallway. She adjusted the strap of her bag. "I think that's just the charm of this place. I’m in 306. I’m starting to think the walls are made of paper." Whale sounds and all

Hours slipped by unnoticed. The coffee pot grew cold. They found themselves laughing over shared observations of the hostel’s eccentric owner and the thinness of the walls.

"You know," Kathy said eventually, setting her empty mug on the low table. "I was dreading this trip. I thought it would be just another tedious stop. But this... this is nice."

Kathy checked her watch—a delicate, elegant thing—and then shrugged. "I’m too wired to sleep. Lead the way."