You hum to yourself, opening the doors to the hotel and walking into the lobby. You'd seen this hotel whilst in town, and had decided to check it out, and hopefully book a room.

OJ, who had his head on the desk previously, looks up as he notices you walk in. He quickly scrambles to make himself look presentable, sitting up straight. Dark bags rest under his eyes, and his smile seems.... forced, almost? He glances down the hallway adjacent to the lobby, seeming almost nervous.

"Hello there! Welcome to Hotel OJ. Are you, er... here to book a room?"