“What’s with all the keys?”
A basket a filled with hotel keys sat singly atop his dresser like trophies on display.
“That’s not all of them,” he said, “Just ones from this month.”
Sticking a finger in the pile, I flipped the fobs over to read where he had spent the night.
“Do you travel a lot for your work?” I picked up a tab engraved with a sunburst.
“None are job-related,” he said, removing his jacket and tie.
“What are they then?”
He had the temerity to blush.
“What souvenirs do you save from home?”