Sleeping Beauty

"Reservation under Dana Hasegawa," she said as she approached the reception desk of The Ritz. Her passport was in her hand. 

A man in an impeccable black suit smiled at her, his fingers dancing on the keyboard as soon as she gave her name. In not more than three minutes, he said, "Can we have an ID, please?" 

She pushed her passport across the marble counter toward the man with a polite smile. He carefully picked up her passport, opened the page with her name, scanned the photo on the passport, and returned it in about a minute. 

"Here's your key, Miss Hasegawa." he handed her a keycard with the name of the hotel embossed on it, "Your room is on the 29th floor, Sapphire." 

She got her room keycard and put her passport in the back pocket of her jeans. 

"Is there anything else we could help you with, Miss Hasegawa?" 

"My flight was quite long. Uhm...Perhaps my friend will drop by, will someone escort her to my room?"