“I really hope not. I would hate to be that guy who has all the hot water when everyone else has to take cold showers,” Jonah frowned. “You might be right about that. We could at least say something and then hopefully they would try to fix it. And if a few days pass and nothing is done, we can go back and tell them again?” he suggested with a shrug of his shoulders. “There’s a maintenance crew here, they’re just… slow.”
They lips tug into a smirk, as if amused by what the man said. “Sure,” they responded. “That could work. We’ll try asking three times, and then take matter into our own hands? There’s nothing we can’t do without a little Google and a wrench. The maintenance crew can suck it.”













