Naughty Stopover: Flirting with Elisa in Anonymous Transit
Jet-lagged from a redeye flight, I drag my wheeled suitcase through the sterile airport lounge, badge clipped to my laptop bag. Mission: two weeks fixing IT at a client’s office in this faceless city. Check-in at the bland transit hotel is quickâbeep of the magnetic key card, elevator hums up to floor 7. View from […]