Chanelle Extra Quality — Fakehostel Kathy Anderson Marica

Kathy Anderson checked the bedsheets twice, smoothing creases with careful hands. Marica lit a single scented candle and walked the narrow corridor, the flame steady against the draft. Chanelle folded the spare towels into precise rectangles, tucking each corner like folding a secret. The room smelled faintly of lemon soap and the sea.