"You again?" Annot's eyebrows creased.

“Really, did you follow me home?"

Forrest shook his head in denial.

"No, not at all."

Annot found the coincidence hard to swallow.

But with no solid proof and his guest status, she held back her irritation and placed the towel in the bathroom.

"My mother forgot to put this in. That's all. Should you need anything, dial the front desk."

With that, she made her way out.

“Hold on!" Forrest held her back.

Annot voiced her impatience.

"What do you want?"

Grinning broadly, Forrest queried, "Do you provide food here?"

Annot responded in a chilly tone, "Nope."

Forrest posed a question.

“I'm unfamiliar with this place. Any food suggestions?"

Annot, smirking with sarcasm, retorted, “You're accustomed to fine dining. Modest diners here have nothing to cater to your palate.”

Forrest replied, "I don't fuss over food. I can eat just about anything." He smiled.

"Even shit?" Annot inquired.

Before Forrest could articulate a reply, she motioned towards the restroom, suggesting, “There's your meal."

Again, Forrest was left wordless.