He turned around and walked into the small, cramped office behind the front desk.

I stood alone in the empty lobby and breathed in the sharp scent of artificial pine air freshener.

The heavy rain from yesterday had left a damp chill in the small room.

My right hand reached up to adjust the collar of my borrowed jacket.

I rubbed my right wrist with my thumb, feeling the bare skin where the metal band used to rest.

Frank walked back out carrying a small gray plastic bin full of lost room keys and charging cables.