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" Benny, my name is Benny Watts. "
" My name is Atlas, Atlas Johnson. "
Benny watched Atlas walk away, his eyes following her in an awed gaze. Atlas disappeared behind the corner - therefore out of sight. His gaze seemed stuck in position, his only movements were his chest, which gave big deep breaths, and his eyelids, which gave long slow blinks.
After a moment he came to his senses and he collapsed onto the bench, the paper Atlas had given him tightly squeezed between his fingers.
His mind was foggy, he couldn't focus- his encounter with the beautiful woman had left him unable to think of anything else. He was intrigued by her - all of her. Her hair, her eyes, her smile, her confidence, and of course he liked the fact that she could play a good game of chess.
Loud voices and big laughs echoed at the entrance of the hotel as a small crowd of people came tumbling out, at that point, Benny decided that it was time to head back to his room. He pushed up from the bench and started the slow walk in.
Once he had reached his room he unlocked the door and walked in placing his hat and coat onto the chair under the table. He picked up a pair of striped blue pajama bottoms and waltzed into the bathroom, he came out with the bottoms on, no shirt, and the paper held tightly in his hand.
He crashed on the bed and sat himself carefully against the headboard. Gently flipping the paper over to reveal the writing he took his first glance at the note she had left,
