Two Turtle Doves Meet

"It was you, the musician next door." She couldn't help the words that came off her lips, completely unrelated to what he had just told her. If she were in her normal senses, she would have asked why he thought so about the hotel food and why he couldn't mind his own business. But she wasn't, and couldn't stop her eyes from asking the same question she had asked with her lips, she was curious. And since they sat according to their room numbers, then he had to be the one. Or was he not? She felt disappointment at the thought that he wasn't the one build within her. She had to be right, the emotions and connections she felt towards the voice undid her as much as the face before her.