Running With Ruby
Amy pulls into the hotel driveway. Distracted by the view of the lake, she almost runs down the bellhop. Slamming on the brakes, her face flushes red in embarrassment. “Holy shit, what a way to start a relaxing getaway,” she mutters sarcastically. Pulling to a stop, she gets out and hands the valet the keys. She reaches into the back seat to retrieve her small travel bag and work backpack. Everything she needs is in these two bags. Walking into the lobby, she spies the self-check-in kiosk. Wanting to avoid all contact with people, she walks over, swipes her credit card, and quickly completes the displayed form. A key card drops into the slot at the bottom of the machine, and she is on her way to the bank of elevators. After the crowds of …