When the other option was to freeze outside, the fancy interior of the airport hotel started to look like a necessary prison in this chilling evening. A mandatory one night confinement until the cheerful sun eventually broke the ice again. Far away from their destination, an abruptly imposed circumstance every passenger had to deal with at the time, regardless of what kind of attitude they would chose to wear in such situation. It surely was a busy evening for the hotel staff, solving the puzzle of waiting guests, without a room to retire to yet. Quite admirably, the smartly dressed man behind the counter did his job at record pace. Only, when the guests in question were the new arrivals though. The others still had to wait their turn, and trust there would still be a room available to spare for their –hopefully imminent- accommodation.<br/><br/>Although the face who stood next to her at the desk kept changing after each concerning registration, Heather kept her place to make the hardworking receptionist’s job more difficult with an almost constant barrage of complaints, to be a hindrance to the preferential treatment she assumed to be happening before her glaring eyes. “Don’t worry?” She rolled her eyes at the man’s suggestion. “I’m sorry, but are you blind dear?” She pointed out the group of people who had been waiting patiently, before a bus-full of people marched into the hall, only to get ahead of anyone. “Look how many people are waiting here?” Funnily, if the same level of this apparent favouritism was offered to her, she most likely wouldn’t have complained about it so much.<br/><br/>Not holding the same level of influence she had in her hometown, Heather failed to make any real progress in terms of securing herself a room. Given the smirks on the sportsmen’s faces, they too didn’t take her grumbling very seriously either. A snort of frustration later, she pulled her noisy presence away from the desk. The current visitor, who was currently checking in, checked her instead from behind as she moved away. “Ahh can share maah room with ya.” The young athlete’s suggestion grated on her ears, having trouble understanding whether it was a daring wish or just distasteful mockery. To make sure it wasn’t the round pair of orbs that filled her pants, but her knitted brows what the man witnessed, Heather turned around to face him.<br/><br/>“What?” Not shying away from confronting the hulking man perhaps twice her size, she offered a fierce glare. “Listen up… cowboy. I’d rather…” Heather started. At this point, the last thing the already quite busy hotel staff would want was another heated quarrel to be added into the mix of overwhelming events of the day. Feeling the pressure of resolving the issue before it flared out further, in his head, the clerk somehow combined the normally unacceptable suggestion of an improvised room sharing policy and the appeal of a suite room that could potentially quieten the sulky visitor in question. In fact, a questionable idea that had been already whispered into a certain flight attendant’s ear.<br/><br/>“Alright. Would you be happy to stay in our master suite, Ma’am?” He presented the offer, without naming the details that would accompany the proposal.<br/><br/>The trick worked and ceased Heather’s temper relatively quickly. “Yes.” She nodded instead. “Yes, I believe I would.” The woman confirmed. “Hey! Hey!” Soon, however, a sudden yelp painted quite a confused expression on her face, as she felt her feet disconnecting from the marble tiles of the floor.<br/><br/>“I’m going up too.” The same guy from earlier picked her up, lifting her form no more difficult than holding a football, for that matter. This surprise stunt made Heather thankful that she didn’t wear a dress or skirt today. “Let me give you a hand.” Carrying an impish smirk across his mouth, and the woman over one of his broad shoulders, he headed towards the lift to reach the desired floor.