Meanwhile, I started searching for information on quarantine procedures on my phone and before I knew it, we had arrived at the hotel.
The place looked decent, which eased my mind a bit.
I politely let the elderly folks disembark and queue up for check-in first, and then I got off the bus with the handsome guy sitting next to me.
It had been over four hours of hassle, and the night had fallen completely. The winter night up north was quite cold, so I wrapped my scarf tighter around me.
Little did I know, after waiting in line for half an hour, as it was about to be my turn to check-in, the staff started running out of room keys.
When it came to the guy in front of me, there was only one key left.
I overheard them saying they needed to relocate the remaining people.
I remembered what the elderly folks on the bus had said about unfinished rooms, and I felt like crying right then and there.
After all the hassle, feeling tired and hungry, this was just too much. Just as I was feeling down, the handsome guy next to me said, "Sorry about that..."
Without thinking, I rushed forward and grabbed his hand, interrupting him, "We're together, we'll share a room!"