Keitaro glanced at his wrist watch. A little early for room service.
“Keitaro, it’s me!”
Keitaro tucked the rest of his button-down shirt into his pants and zipped them up. He opened the door a crack.
“Holy shit. Your face is…normal-ish.”
“I didn’t call for you,” Keitaro said.
“I know, sorry. But you got a special delivery.”
Keitaro heard the crunching of cellophane, but couldn’t fully see the package in Robert’s arms. He opened the door the remainder of the way. “What is it?”
“For you, man. From ‘the lady in the blue dress’, the card says.”
Keitaro moved like he meant to chase her down. “She’s here?”
“No. She dropped it off at the front desk.”
“You saw her?”
“What do you think I do all day? Wait by the front desk watching guests come and go? No, I’m in the back. I got chores to do, errands to run,” Robert said on his way into the hotel room. Keitaro accepted the gift and shut the door.
“I don’t know you, and you don’t know me, but one phone call can make history,” Robert read the card.
“It’s a care package,” Keitaro said with a smile that nearly broke his lip wound open. He untied the bow, unwrapped the cellophane and admired the trinkets inside.
“Aw, man. She got you the good stuff. Gummy band-aids. Classic. Think these are real?” Robert rattled the pill bottle.