"Faye Vaughn, don't be mad..." Finn Hawthorne hurried to catch up.
Faye Vaughn quickened her pace, ignoring him as if he were thin air.
"I was wrong. I shouldn't have made that kind of joke." Finn Hawthorne stuck close, matching her every step.
Faye Vaughn's beautiful face was cold, and she paid him no mind.
She walked all the way back to the inn, went straight into her room, and slammed the door shut with a BANG.
"Faye, listen to me—" The door was slammed in Finn Hawthorne's face.
'Crap. She's really mad this time.'
Finn Hawthorne stood at the door for a moment, hesitating to knock.
'She's furious. I should let her cool down. I'll come back and coax her later.'
After a moment's thought, Finn Hawthorne ran downstairs to the front desk and paid a staff member to go buy them some clothes.
After giving the instructions, he suddenly noticed someone outside the inn pointing a camera at him.
"Who are you? Did I say you could film me?"
