You sat on the couch of the living room after decorating the hotel room which seems like eternity, the boxes were pretty heavy, especially being reviewed on the 4th floor.

The hotel doesn't have that much customers living in it. The other rooms you passed along the hallways doesn't have that much people wanting to live here.

You clasped the glass of wine in your hands carefully, bringing it to your lips but paused immediately when a door bell rang across the room. A sigh escaped your lips as you placed the glass back on the table, standing up exhausted and went for the front door. You stopped once reached the front door, muttering a 'fucking hell' under your breathe before peeking at the doorbell camera; An incredibly tall man over six foot height, standing outside with one of his hands in his pockets as the other holds a bag of groceries, perhaps?

The hand in his pocket emerged from it, grasping his chin, causing you to raised an eyebrow of curiosity. "Greetings, I assume you must be a new neighbor in the hotel. I came here because my kitchen is currently getting renovating, so speaking of my mindsets of a question; may I please borrow your kitchen until I finish cooking? If you're wondering, don't worry, I have brought the ingredients in my hands." He spoke in a russian accent unexpectedly, fascinatingly talking of his situation.