Alister blushed slightly at the question and kept silence. He didn’t want to admit that he had a bad sense of direction, but he deep down he knew it was the truth. Alister walked inside, getting a wave of warmth and comfort. He didn't notice how tired he was until he was inside and his face reflected that. His eyes were droopy with bags under them. 

“Well, I hope you’re hungry because I brought us some food. You better like fried chicken and baked goods,” Alister said holding up the three bags of food he bought at the dinner. One bag was chicken the other two was filled to the brim with different kind of baked goods. 

“So where is our room?” Alister asked. The entire day’s stress and tiredness dawned on his when he thought of sleep. He wanted to crash and hibernate, but there was still work to be done. Sleep wasn’t an option just yet.