"What? You don't recognize me? Of course I'm Karin!"
Every few days I receive a knock on my door. Each time, the opened door reveals a different, very hopeful-looking, young gentleman, who politely asks, "Hello, does Karin live here?" to which I have to reply, "No, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't know a Karin." The hopeful expression always turns dispirited, each one thanks me for the information, and leaves.
This rather wily Karin must be quite the flirt. I only wish she had not chosen her fake room to be #5 on the third floor of building 40.
This rather wily Karin must be quite the flirt. I only wish she had not chosen her fake room to be #5 on the third floor of building 40.