Fred hoped that Wes would be in. It wasn't like she was scared or anything. Actually, she was a lot scared. This was the Bates Motel, and she knew very well what happened at the Bates Motel. People died.
The brainy girl just kept walking to the motel; she didn't know if she should try Wes' room, the one he'd been in, or if she should ask ...him about it. Actually, in a sick way, Fred always thought Norman was kinda cute, well, actually Anthony Perkins was cute - Norman was a real nut job that everyone should run away from. Or at least, never ever, shower around. She slowed a little as she got closer and closer.
"Uhm...hi." Her accent was thick, and she hated it. Not that she hated her accent so much as she hated how thick it was and what it meant. It meant that she was scared. Well, he didn't have to know that; it wasn't like she was going to stay. She had her own place, thank you very much. So, she stood a little straighter and looked him dead on, blushing only a little. "I'm looking for a friend of mine. He's staying here. I was wonderin' if he was still here."