The Stay
Charles sees a familiar face in his hotel...
Taxis in Germany were always better than those back home, and the ride from the airport to the hotel passed faster than expected. Before I could replay the previous night in my head, the cab pulled to the curb outside my temporary home. The driver unloaded my suitcase, and I tipped him twenty euros, earning a surprised look as he drove off. Inside, the lobby opened cleanly in both directions—the bar to the left, the ameni...