Like her, he also soon spotted the structure that marked their destination, the gaudy colors painted onto its facade dulled from the wearing of weather and soot from the road, and he muttered a remark under his breath as she pulled up to the building. "There it is..."

Following the plan, they exited the parked vehicle and entered the establishment through clouded revolving doors, finding themselves in a reception area that looked as if the bare minimum had been done to keep it presentable. He approached the front desk to request what they had discussed earlier - a single room for an hour. The receptionist tossed him a key through the opening in the glass partition that separated them, and gestured to the corresponding floor. The pair was regarded with a couple of jaded gazes as they made their way upstairs, gazes that had probably seen countless couples who looked just like them entering the motel.

Upon entering their assigned room, which seemed minimally-maintained yet sufficiently hygienic, he plonked himself onto the bed while reaching for the landline phone. "Alright... the moment of truth. If my guy doesn't answer, we have an hour to try. Meanwhile, you can relax a little, use the washroom, do what you need to freshen up."