The lobby was calm and understated, the kind of quiet that felt intentional rather than empty. Marble floors stretched beneath our feet, veined softly in gray and cream, their surface dulled just enough to avoid looking flashy. The lighting was low and warm, recessed fixtures casting an even glow that softened the edges of the space instead of drawing attention to them.
Not nearly as grand as the hotel I was staying in—no soaring ceilings or dramatic chandeliers—but expensive enough to feel insulated from the outside world. Safe. Quiet. Temporary… one look and one would know the prices were rocket high. Fuck me, I could alreay feel my wallter crying. Even though money wasn't a problem anymore, I didn't like spending it like an idiot. But, oh well, what choice did I have now?
We crossed the lobby toward the front desk, its stone counter smooth and unmarked. As we drew closer, a woman looked up from her computer and offered a polished, welcoming smile.
