An Orange For My Love

V
A huge [tired] crowd gathered at the door to the two lifts. Everyone was carrying heavy loads and swipe cards in their hands. Not a word could be heard other than the [grumble] mumble of people cursing the lifts. Each lift was stopping at every level on its way up and down; it was not coping with its workload, so they were going very [very] very slowly.
“Why don’t we go up the stairs?” Adrian smiled. The other two girls ummed not wanting to be rude.
“You’ve got to be bloody joking!” Thaisa grizzled. “We’ve walked far enough today! Wait a second for the lift!”
“Maybe we can walk up one level and there will be less of a crowd?” one of the girls suggested. Thaisa relented and followed Adrian’s lead up the stairwell.

Thaisa followed hot on the heels of Adrian’s [beautiful] dark legs, up the stairs. They pushed the door open only to see a crowd just as big. All present moaned Thaisa flopped onto the [carpeted] floor. Adrian laughed.
“Get up ya lazy bones.” He grabbed the hanging strap on her backpack and dragged her up and back towards the staircase. He let go and let her own legs take her weight.
“No way Hose, you’re carrying me.”
“Nah, do it yourself ya bugger!”

Level 5

“Only one more now!”

Level 6

“Long bloody last!”

Thaisa swiped her card down the lock to their room and allowed everyone in. The room was [wonderfully] simple four beds set up as two bunks and four lockers. Adrian opened their [old] curtains to face a huge clock opposite their corner room [what a view!].
“I’m sorry, but I don’t even know your names!” Adrian addressed their mysterious [female] room-mates.
“My name is Maureen” one [shyly] smiled.
“Stella,” the girl kneeling on the floor organising her bags.
“You’re British?” Thaisa noticed their accents.
“Yes, we are! I’m from Cornwall.” Stella perched herself on one of the top bunks and set up the sheets which everyone had been issued with at the front desk.
“I’m a Welsh-woman, born and bred,” Maureen said. “Where are you guys from?”
“Australia,” Thaisa smiled as she locked her [heavy] bag into her allocated locker.
“Where are you from?” Maureen asked Adrian, he stopped suddenly and straightened himself up.
“Australia,” he eyed Thaisa as he said it, Thaisa decided to step in.
“Adrian is an indigenous Australian.” Nothing registered on their faces.
“A gook, a boong, abo!” Adrain hissed.
“Sorry we don’t know what you’re talking about.” Stella looked annoyed.
“I’m an Aboriginal Australian.” Adrian wasn’t angry just dismayed.
“Ohh!” recognition registered on Maureen’s face, then embarrased blurted quickly “Oh dear! I am sorry…I didn’t realise!”
“It’s Ok, mate, we’re used to it.” Adrian spoke and as the words exited his mouth a silence filled the air which was not broken until Stella feel off her bunk and everyone burst into laughter.

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