"One moment please," the older woman said to the couple in front of her, picking up the phone. "Yes...oh, yes...we'll have extra towels sent up immediately." She hung up. "Can I help you?"
"Reservation for...Smith," the man said. "I called ahead."
"Ah, yes. Smith, one night," she said, looking at the couple. She couldn't picture the two as a couple, but it was really none of her business. "That will be $94.79 with tax."
The man set down a hundred dollar bill. "Thank you," he said, taking the key.
The woman at the desk sighed as she locked up the bill. Cash usually meant someone either hated credit cards, or didn't want the charge to appear on them. She really didn't want this to turn into that kind of place. Why couldn't she have more guests like that nice woman and her son? Or...she paused, remembering that she had another guest who wanted more towels. She'd better get them some.
