Tracy stares at Timothy in pure shock, what is he doing here ?, did i mistake the room numbers? No that's not possible i double checked before coming here , she thought as she continued to look at Timothy in disbelief , before she could say anything ,Timothy's towel loosens from his waist and drops to the floor.
She shrieks, slapping both hands over her eyes.
"Is your towel always this loose?!" she yelled , flashbacks from the bathroom coming back and she shook her head, this seriously cant be happening , is this deja vu?
Timothy groans ,he leaned down. snatching the towel off the floor and wrapping it around himself again, clearly annoyed.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Tracy slowly spreads her fingers, peeking through them.
"W-What do you mean? This is Hunter's room! How did you end up in his room?" she stammers, pointing at him accusingly.
