A chilling breeze rushed into the vehicle as soon as the doors of the van slid open, the cold air leaking into the car almost as swift as the passengers slipping out. It wasn’t really difficult: stepping out of the shuttle. Dragged by the sea of people, Heather found herself outside rather quickly. The temperature wasn’t very forgiving, especially for those who hadn’t prepared for it. Thankfully, it wasn’t a long walk to the entrance of the hotel, from where the van dropped them. Some passengers racing into the building to ensure they would be first to be greeted, the others lagging behind; everyone had a common destination and path, if they didn’t want to freeze that is. Although she wasn’t eager to be a part of the rabble, the harsh condition of weather gave her the necessary push to make her stride through the coldness.<br/><br/>While walking past the young woman, Connie’s suggestion of hastily making it into the building rang in her ears. Said individual’s formal attire made her profession quite obvious. “Relax, dear. We’re no longer in the air.” Heather suggested before her body penetrated the elaborate entrance of the hotel. Once inside, warmed up by the cozier atmosphere within the fancy walls, she let her steps carry her over to a calmer side of the room as she drew a slightly different path for herself than the expeditious group of people who had chosen to directly huddle around the front desk. Not particularly fond of waiting in lengthy lines, not intended to fight her way through this little chaos, she instead opted to settle down for a moment. On the other side of the lobby, she perched on a sofa that provide a view of the front desk so that she could watch the crowd become fewer in number in comfort.<br/><br/>A few missed calls present on her phone, Heather didn’t feel like getting back to them just yet. Instead, she paid an arbitrary visit to the sleek bathroom in the lobby. Soon, the woman was standing in front of an ornate mirror to admire her own reflection in it. Preening herself a little, touching up her make-up, freshening her lipstick: Mostly just to kill time. Regardless of the circumstances, she liked to draw a nice image of herself, as it was, somewhat, how she made money, using her appeal, so to speak. When she eventually got out, and turned her head to monitor the now thinly crowd, the sight was a lot more promising, calmer. She still decided to wait a little longer. While walking towards her earlier spot, where she had left her small luggage, her eyes were drawn to the entrance with the intrusion of a new group of people. There was no shuttle outside. This one was dropped by a couch, which proudly carried the insignia of the local football team.<br/><br/>Normally, Heather wouldn’t have minded watching a number of burly young men parading before her. When it meant a great increment in the hotel’s occupancy rate however, it was more of a concerning event. Her narrowed eyes tracked the noisy group of athletes, following the lead of an older man, one by one walking past her and jumping the queue. Albeit unable to hear him, she was familiar with the subtle expression worn by the receptionist. That ‘I am going to do you a favour’ face. After all, they weren’t a small group, and each of them wanted a nice, separate room. “Excuse me, excuse me….” Pretty much dwarfed by these sportsmen, Heather too cut through the line of people, not necessarily for a quick registration, but to question the state of things. “What’s happening?” She asked, now feeling the threat of an imminent overbooking. “Do you have room for all these… gentlemen?”