“Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Robertson, right? We’ve been waiting for you!”
Tatyana smiled awkwardly at the all-too-chipper clerk, who was clutching her clipboard like it was a lifeline. “Um, yeah, that’s us. Sorry, I know we’re late…” she replied, gesturing to her husband who was, as ever, a few steps behind with his eyes glued to his phone. “Sean? Sweetie? Come on,” she said, gently tugging at the fabric of her husband’s sleeve. He grunted in acknowledgment and followed his wife and the hotel clerk, eyes never leaving his phone.
“Now, we know you have to head the keynote right now, but we just wanted to assure you that your room is set up exactly as you had asked,” the clerk bubbled to Tatyana and Sean, her ear-to-ear grin never faltering the entire time. Taty looked away and smiled rigidly, thinking about the two twin beds she had asked for, to replace the single king that was usually in the rooms.