When I arrived at the Inn, I decided it would be best to go inside and ask for her since she was not replying to my message or calls. She could be running around the Inn working and not have her phone with her.
I parked in the lot and made my way inside to the front desk. That flirty girl with the fruit name was at the desk. I groaned inwardly, not wanting to deal with shenanigans today.
“Hello! Welcome to the Blue Moon Inn. Are you here for dinner today or checking in?” she chirped.
“Actually, I am looking for someone. Is Azalea around?” I asked as patiently as I could.
She rolled her eyes. “She went home. I can call her if you like,” she said, obviously annoyed. Did Azalea have that many people asking for her? Jealousy flamed in my gut.
“That would be great. I would be happy to
