Ririko stood in the room with her back against the wall, staring fixedly at Jeremiah as he drew closer.
"What are you going to do?" She took a step back, her heel knocking against her suitcase.
Jeremiah said nothing. He just kept walking toward her.
"I'm warning you, don't try to force anything. I have a thousand ways to kill you."
Jeremiah finally stopped and tilted his head at her.
His expression was that of someone who had just received a death threat from a cat.
"Go on, then."
He raised his right hand.
Ririko was already preparing to make Jeremiah strip in the middle of the hotel lobby to "Let It Go."
He placed his hand on top of her head.
And nudged her to the right.
"You're blocking the door," he said, in the same tone he might use while moving a potted plant. "How am I supposed to check your room for a thief?"
He went around her and entered the room.
Ririko stood rooted beside the door.
Jeremiah began inspecting her room.
He opened the wardrobe first and sneered at all the flashy vacation dresses she had specifically brought along.
He lifted each garment by its sleeves and shook it out, then took out his phone and shone its flashlight over them.
Finding nothing suspicious, he straightened and headed for the bathroom.
Ririko remembered that she had just taken off her underwear.
"Hey, there's nothing in..."
He was holding the flimsy white panties between two fingers, studying the little straps that made her blush furiously.
Ririko strode over and snatched the panties from him.
"What are you looking at? You think someone could hide in there?"
"You were really looking forward to spending the night at a hotel," Jeremiah concluded.
Ririko tried to give him a