The glass doors slid open gently, letting in a heavy breeze of cool, perfumed air which carried the faintest hint of lavender and something expensive he couldn't name.
The hotel lobby's floor was ridiculously polished, marble floors so shiny Yuki could see his own slightly-disheveled reflection staring back at him. "Damn, can't believe you could afford this."
"Let just say I have my ways, she, now pretty boy." Airi raised her hand in the air as she continue walking to the reception room. The receptionist sighted them from afar, greeted them with a professional smile that weakened just slightly when her eyes switched between Yuki and Airi. Noticing, Airi leaning in casually on the counter.
"Reservation for Airi," she said smoothly, flipping her hair backwards from her shoulders.
The receptionist tapped a few keys and nodded. "Yes, Miss Airi. Room 1105. Deluxe suite." She slid over a keycard. "Enjoy your stay."
