She wouldn't have argued even if she had had the energy. The twenty-year-old car was a pretty good clue that she wasn't the most successful actress in Southern California.
"Your face looks ready to fall over," she replied, quick wits and all. She she let her head rest on his shoulder as he unlocked the door. The room was a standard roadside hotel room. Muted pastel paintings over the beds, a nightstand between them with a Bible inside, no doubt, to explain why there needed to be two separate beds for the unwed couple. There was a television, but didn't feel like taking advantage of the free HBO tonight.