Once we reached the motel, we walked past the receptionist—who was pretty much distracted on her phone—and headed to my room. I fetched for the key inside my bag and unlocked the door, twisting the knob and opening it. I flicked the switch to turn the lights on and walked inside, throwing my bag on the bed.
Chase stood by the doorframe awkwardly, looking around the place.
I crossed my arms at this, smiling in amusement. "Are you going to come in or what?"