Colton gripped his crutch tightly as he pushed the door open, juggling his bags in the process. He sighed as he looked around the lobby, watching the people moving about their day. It wasnât ideal, living in an hotel. But at this point, he didnât have much choice at this point. Colton grunted as he bags fell out of his hand and on the the ground. He crouched down awkwardly, trying to pick up his spilled items.
Noahâs less than thrilled to have returned to work - heâs grateful to be at the hotel, but the job... not so much. He was coming back from a quick bathroom break when he sees a guest struggling at the door, quickly making his way over and starting to pick up the bags. âYouâre here for the long haul, arenât âcha?â He asks, moving to the nearby bag cart, starting to stack things up until there were no bags remaining. âAre you checked in yet?âÂ












