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"Elise Williams, room 413."

With a cheery smile she presented the little online receipt that she'd printed at home. The ride to the hotel had been peaceful, albeit a little weird that so much...secrecy had been employed on the trip. But in the end it was worth it; the view was great by her standards and the hotel itself was charming in how rustic and out-of-the-way it was. 

As she waited for her turn to be checked in, she turned, leaning her back against the counter while she admired the view through the front doors. Simply charming. Not like her apartment in the city, dingy and noisy. 

A small smile grew on her face. 

She was going to enjoy it here.