Jana chapter 4 A strange mix up

Sarah prepares in the hotel bathroom that afternoon for her meeting with this Amelia lady. She finds herself bored of watching the American programming available and she has a pile of beer cans stack into a nice pyramid from her waiting. She ses the time and gets up sure that everything was ready.

She listens to George Strait’s classic “Amarillo By Morning” feeling more functional with the beer in her system, the German beer not bad but made her miss home and her own favorites. Despite putting on a more professional outfit, she still looks like she was going to a rodeo. She has on her best long sleeve brown suede jacket with fringe. Dark blue jeans with faded spots keep up by a stylish brown belt, leather ass-kicking steel toed cowboy boots.

She ties her hair back into a ponytail revealing her plain gold earring studs. She takes nice leather gloves with extra layers over the knuckles inside the fringe covered purse for insurance later. She forgoes makeup. It helps with the girl next door look, and she didn’t see a practical need for it. What if it rained? If she sweated? The room phone rings interrupting her musing on makeup, and she answers it. “It’s Sarah.”

“Hey Mrs. Sarah,” She hears the receptionist Martha’s voice. “Mrs. Amelia is available. Please come down to the offices on the lobby level to meet with her. She’s in the third room to the right”

“Gotcha’.” Sarah said. She picks up her Stetson hat from the nightstand and affixes it atop her head. She rode the elevator down and followed Martha’s instructions to find a door with Amelia Sprungeli on the nameplate. Sarah knocks on it, and hears a voice say, “Come in.”

"Greetings, I'm Amelia." Amelia replies with a firm handshake, "Please sit."

Amelia sits and Sarah sits opposite to her. The hotel manager inclines her head cordially. "I hear you have a concern."

Sarah nods trying her best to reign in her emotions. "Yes, basically, my brother James came ta’ this hotel from Georgia, and that football lovin’ numbskull's been missin’ for five years, and I've spent a long time trying to get over here and go lookin’ for him."

Amelia ponders this folding her hands in front of her. However, Sarah is more put off by it, like she is choosing her words carefully instead of searching her memory for something. “This is the first I’ve heard of this. I was not in this position during that period. I was a maid. There is a maid who was here at that time named Jana. I believe she is off right now, but I can pass on the message."

Sarah nods keeping her guard up. "I want ta’ talk to her soon as possible, thank ya’."

Amelia rises and extends her hand. “You’re welcome.”

Sarah rises shakes Amelia's hand again and leaves the office, and with a sigh leaves the hotel. For the first time in Lord knows how long, she had a lead. Her growling stomach, as she left, reminds her she hadn’t eaten all day. When she goes outside the hotel into the bustling streets, she takes her reinforced knuckled gloves out of her purse and put them on. They didn’t just match her outfit, they are perfect for a night out that goes wrong. They are tested and Sarah approved. She takes a deep breath. The air smelt nice despite the taint of European socialism. She goes on just figuring she’d walk and hit the first place that caught her attention.  

She hadn’t made it down the block when she bumped into someone in passing. It was like he was too busy staring at her to move out of the way! They both stumbled. When she got a good look at him he was a well-built man near her age. He wore a blue and white soccer jersey with GC on it and his goatee matched his scraggly light brown hair. He was still stunned, staring at her with green eyes as if trying to make sense of the sight of Sarah, “Jana, warum bist du so angezogen? Ist schon Fasching? Du siehst aus wie ein Cowgirl.” He said jokingly.

Sarah, angry from running into him and frustrates from him speaking to her in German, snaps at him. "At least say you're sorry! Lord, I can’t find no gentlemen nowhere over here."

The startled man stammers accented English, “I apologize, are you not Jana?“

Now it was Sarah’s turn to be taken aback, “No I most certainly ain’t! This Jana person though is someone I very much wanna’ talk to. Do ya’ know her?”

He nods taking a moment to understand her before responding, “Yes, I’m a friend of Jana’s. I’m Jorg.”

Sarah huffs and extends her hand, “Sarah.”

Jorg shakes it still looking as if the sight before him was unbelievably surreal. “If you’re looking for Jana, I could text her.”

Sarah nods hiding her agitation from his gawking and her hunger. “Please do, and tell her to meet me somewhere to eat I’m starving. Y’all got steakhouses here?”

Jorg smiles. “Oh do we got steakhouses? I can take you to a great one. I’ll also buy you dinner it’s the least I could do.”

Sarah returns the smile giving a hearty laugh. The prosoect of food helped her feel more at ease. “If it’s a steakhouse, ya' don’t wanna to do that.”

Jorg shakes his head. “I insist, it’d be the gentlemanly thing to do.”

Sarah rolls her eyes. “Fine you can spot me some but I don’t wanna bankrupt ya.”

Jorg starts to text on his phone still looking like this entire situation was crazy to him. “Follow me, I’ll take you there. They're at a... biergaarden, not far from a steakhouse. We'll meet them there. This'll.. be more interesting than you know.”