Stranded in a Blizzard

You were on your way somewhere-- a new home, an old one, a vacation destination, or other-- when a sudden, violent blizzard struck, forcing you off the road.

Luckily, you find yourself in the parking lot of a warm building.

Come Inn. What a ridiculous name. The pun makes you laugh a little. A glowing VACANCY sign gives you hope, and you head to your trunk, braving the storm to pull your overnight bag out of your vehicle. You had already anticipated making one overnight stop.

Fighting not to be blown off to Kansas, you press on through the snow, grateful to be able to open the front door with relative ease. Once inside, you shake your head, clearing your hair of what snow you can loose.

"Welcome to Come Inn!" a cheery voice greets. You look up to find an attractive young woman standing behind a counter-- clearly the front desk clerk. Returning her smile, you approach quickly. "Need a place to wait out the storm?" You nod. "Great! We can get you a room for however long you need." The wording makes you hesitate-- did the weather report here suggest this would be a multi-day blizzard?

Holding in your groan, you soon find yourself holding the key to room 113. The clerk gives you directions to the room, and you're on your way, glad to be getting a good night's sleep soon. You had been on the road since before dawn-- it was hard to believe sitting for hours at a time could be so tiring.

"Hello."

You jump, turning to see a man exiting room 110. He's young, likely in his late-twenties-- still older than yourself-- with hair the color of Guinness and sparkling blue eyes so deep you could drown in them. His voice is smooth, but undeniably manly, as is his perfect jawline. It takes you a moment to find your voice.

"H-hi."

"You get trapped by the blizzard, too?"

You nod, blinded by the smile he gives you.

"Lukas," he introduces, taking a few steps towards you and extending his hand. You take it tremulously.

"John," you stutter, still dazzled by his appearance. He laughs slightly-- clearly, he's used to reactions like yours.

"Well, I hope to see you at dinner soon." He winks as he steps back. You nod slowly, turning away as you feel your cheeks about to combust. As you continue the final few feet to your room, you are well aware of his gaze lingering on you.