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It was Kathy Anderson. Marcia had seen her checking in earlier—blonde, poised, and carrying an air of authority that seemed out of place in the budget-friendly, slightly chaotic Fake Hostel.

"You know," Kathy said eventually, setting her empty mug on the low table. "I was dreading this trip. I thought it would be just another tedious stop. But this... this is nice."

The fluorescent light of the hostel hallway flickered with an annoying, rhythmic buzz. Marcia Chanelle leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest, watching the old building settle for the night. Down the corridor, she could hear the distinct, confident click of heels on linoleum. fakehostel kathy anderson marica chanelle new

"Expensive coat. Tailored dress. You don't look like you're here to backpack across the continent."

"Thanks for the conversation, Kathy."

Marcia smirked. "A little bit of both. It’s entertaining. You see all sorts pass through here. Couples arguing, people looking for a quick escape... and then there are people like you."

Kathy smiled, a genuine, soft expression that reached her eyes. "I might just do that. Thanks for the coffee, Marcia." It was Kathy Anderson

"Maybe better than good," Marcia corrected.