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She gave me a strange look. “Wait…” She hesitated. “Maybe I have no right to ask this but you two aren’t… you know…”
“What?” I asked.
“An item.”
“An item?”
I repeated.
“No!” Roman interjected. “You’ve got the wrong idea. We’re just good friends trying to save some money. We’re both totally into women.”
“What did she mean by asking us that?” I pried Roman for answers.
“She was asking whether we were lovers.”
“Well, in a way we are. We’re mating partners.”
“Yeah, well, she thinks we have the hots for each other and that’s not good if we ever want to mate the woman, so just shut up and let me handle this, alright?”
I didn’t like the tone he was using with me but Roman was much better at navigating the world of humans. He could pick up on social cues that I didn’t even know existed.
“Alright, I’ve got one room available with two twin-sized beds. That should be fine, right?”
“Yes,” Roman answered.
“How long will you be staying?”
“We aren’t sure yet.”
“In that case, I’m going to need a credit card, so we can charge you for every night you stay with us.”
“Not a problem.” Roman pulled out a rectangular piece of plastic from his wallet and handed it over.
“Roman Amwulf? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“What? I told you I was a wolf.”
“Yeah, but you made it sound like you could transform into a four-legged beast or something.”
“I can.”
“Cut it out.”
Roman shrugged. “I’m just telling you the truth. It’s your choice whether you choose to believe it or not.”
She handed over two more pieces of plastic. “Here are your key cards. Your room is on the fifth floor, number 512. I’d appreciate it, if you two took a shower and found yourselves some proper clothing.”
“Will do.” Roman flashed a smile. “Oh, and if you’re not busy tonight maybe we could buy you some pizza and bring it over to your place to celebrate.”
“Celebrate?”
“The fact that you’re still alive,” he answered. “That’s something worth celebrating, isn’t it?”
“I appreciate what you guys did for me but I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”
“We don’t really take no for an answer,” he said. “Just tell me what kind of pizza you’re into.”
She sighed. Did she not want to spend time with us. The possibility had never crossed my mind. In a way, she seemed to be fighting us. But, why?
