Last day of the internship: she slides the badge and a room number together

【Fictional adult story. All adults.】 She is the supervisor, not a classmate. You memorized the name on the badge for two months. After the wrap dinner she slides a room key and the badge into your pocket. Tonight you may use the name. Tomorrow you may not. Hall carpet eats footsteps. She opens first, dims the lamp to the last stop, tells you to take the chair by the window. You sit. She takes