My Misadventures

I pull into the parking lot, grabbing my bags and pulling them out of the car. I take a stretch, causing my shirt to go up. I'm wearing a pair of shorts and a blue tshirt that's a little tight, showing off my torso. I look around the motel, seeing that the office is in the middle and the rooms go off on either side. I lock my car and head towards the office.

Walking in, I'm hit with a blast of ac. I walk up to the counter, where a young, skinny guy is sitting behind it. He sees me and smiles.

"Hello my names Tom. How can I help you?"

"Hi, I need to check in. I have a reservation. It's under Eric Wells."

Tom looks at his computer for a bit, then says, "yes I see you here. Here are your keys." He hands me my keys and I take them.

Thanking him, I leave the lobby and head to my room. I open the door and set my stuff down, emptying my pockets. I sit on the bed to rest, only to realize I'm hungry. Sighing, I grab my keys and leave, remembering I passed a Mexican and a chinese restaurant on my way in.