Leah doesn’t even need to hear the options.
“I’ll stay at the desk with you.”
“That’s what I thought you’d want,” the receptionist says with a smile. “One second, I’ll be right back.” The receptionist leaves, then comes back with some clothes. Leah slips on the sundress, realizing only after she’s wearing it that it was designed for a toddler. “Sorry, we don’t have any mature clothing in your size. That was the best thing I could find.”
“It’s fine,” Leah mumbles. She looks around. “Where should I sit?”
“Anywhere,” the receptionist says. After a moment’s debate, Leah ducks into the nearby playroom, grabs a few cushions, and then sets them on the floor, against the wall behind the reception desk. She leans back into her comfy seat with a satisfied sigh. “All good?”
“Yep.”
“Great! If you need anything, just ask.”
“Got it.” Leah takes out her phone and begins to play on it. A few minutes have passed when the receptionist leaves to go do something.
While the receptionist is gone…