I looked down oat the room service tray with a curious expression as I had not order room service, and usually when room service arrived the bellboy handed over these trays before vanishing. I then fearfully turned my eyes towards the door, fearing that I might have locked myself out of my room while butt naked, something which was sure to be less than popular with the hotels management and security. Fortunately, it seemed that the towel I had dropped as I jumped from scalding my ankle, on what I now knew was the coffee pot on the tray, had lodged itself in the door, preventing it from closing fully.
I picked up the tray, and quickly got back into my room, closing the door firmly behind me, and placed the tray on my rooms table “Right...what is all this about then?” I quietly asked myself as I considered whether to find out what was on the covered plate, after all it was morning and I had yet to get any breakfast , or whether to see if the note could shed some light on the situation
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