“I am looking for the hotel” the driver continued.
“Do you know it, and where it is?”
Well I should know, I thought to myself, after all, it was the hotel I was staying at.
I looked at the driver.
He was in his early thirties, dark-haired with slight blonde streaks, lovely thick eyebrows, dark eyes and a very pleasant smile.
My heart was really pounding by now.
For such a long time seemed to have past since the end of his sentence.
What should I say, what should I do!
As I shook my head from side to side, with a smile he said
“ok thanks anyway.”