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for so long, idle time seemed more like a punishment than a pleasure—and Damon wondered idly to himself how the heirs and heiresses of the world, who didn’t have to work for anything, managed not to go completely insane.
     
    His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. “Housekeeping!” a bright, slightly accented voice proclaimed. Damon felt the first stirrings of alarm—but suppressed the impulse to run and hide. He was in human society; he would have to become accustomed to the fact that he would run into regular people everywhere. He rose from the bed and went to the door, his heart beating a little faster. He knew about the housekeeping services that the hotels employed; he and Jennifer had always been out of the way when they came through, but he had had some exposure to the idea even before he’d ever stayed in a hotel.
     
    “Can you come back later?” he asked as he opened the door. The woman on the other side was petite, looking up at him with a cheerful yet determined mask over her slightly tired features. That was what Jennifer had told him to do if he was staying in when the housekeeping people came through; ask them to come back another time. The woman shook her head.
     
    “All of the rooms have to be cleaned by three o’clock,” she told him firmly. Damon glanced at the TV and around the room; it wasn’t that messy. He didn’t see the need for a stranger to go through the room and clean everything that would only be used again in a matter of hours—he and Jennifer had the hotel room for a couple of weeks, until they figured out what else they could do for a living situation.
     
    “I’m kind of busy right now,” Damon said, frowning. The woman peered into the room—there were no obvious signs of any work going on because Jennifer had brought her laptop with her, and Damon had no work of his own yet.
     
    “I really have to get this room clean, sir,” the woman insisted. “Why don’t you go out for a bit and come back later? Your room will be nice and clean and fresh—brand new linens on the bed, new towels.” Damon was torn between the boredom that made it easy to side with the woman and his very real anxiety about being out in the city on his own. It was obvious that she wouldn’t budge on the issue—the woman was determined to clean everything. Damon gave in, shaking his head and leaving the woman to do her job.
     
    He left the hotel and walked quickly, having no real idea of how to occupy his time while the room was being cleaned, while Jennifer was busy in her classes for the day. She would be back in the late afternoon—and part of Damon was glad for the excuse to at least do something outside of the hotel, to prove that he was able to assimilate into life as a regular person. He kept walking until he came to a bus stop, and found the pass that Jennifer had bought him when they arrived in the city in the breast pocket of his shirt. Maybe, he thought, he’d go to one of the movie theaters, or wander around one of the malls. He was fascinated by the sheer volume of stores selling things of seemingly endless variety—his life had always been constrained by necessity. Seeing piles and piles of clothes, electronics, gadgets, items that no one would ever need but everyone seemed to be constantly buying, had not yet lost its novelty. Nor had the freedom of going to the movies.
     
    Damon moved into the line at the bus stop and heard someone behind him clearing their throat, muttering something under their breath. “Oh! I’m sorry,” he said, realizing that in his distraction he’d cut in the line. He blushed, mentally kicking himself and looking away, sidling out of the line and moving behind the woman. His gaze, directed at the ground beneath his feet, took in the sharp luster of her shoes, the hem of her skirt. The woman didn’t acknowledge the apology at all as he took the polite place behind her and for a moment, Damon felt a little irritated—at himself, at the