She looked around the hotel; things scattered everywhere, furniture moved from their usual spots, clothes strewn all over the floor. She gripped her clothes tightly in her free hand and looked down at him lying in the bed. She removed his hand from her wrist and smiled delicately.
"Staying means something, sweety." She took one more glance around the room, "and this -- this is meaningless."
She continued buttoning her jeans and then threw on the previous day's t-shirt, grabbed her shoes and left the room without looking back to see his crestfallen face.
