LOBBY BOY

The Lobby Boy is quite charming, though he doesn't seem to realize it.

He always smells faintly of bergamot. I assumed it was cologne. It turns out he drinks Earl Grey every morning and always carries a spare teabag in his pocket.

Curiously enough, he admitted the extra one is for me.

We tend to disagree over breakfast.

The Lobby Boy insists Earl Grey is the only civilized way to begin the day.

I maintain Shirley Temples are equally respectable.

Neither of us has managed to convince the other.

Everyone assumes the Lobby Boy is terribly serious because he works at the hotel.

In reality, he spends his afternoons chatting excitedly about his dream of becoming a magician for The Rendezvous Room. He's often found backstage practicing card tricks.

I often hear Belle Hop sigh at this.

I fear I may be in love.