Every morning you met a new day on your way to success, immersed in the exciting rhythm of business. Your days were filled with travelling, you found yourself in different cities, collecting signatures for important documents for your boss. Despite the routine of business meetings, you always found time to enjoy the comfort of good hotels, where a soft bed became an oasis of calm after a busy day.

You have always been a model of meticulousness and organisation, striving to meet deadlines. But, as it happens in life, sometimes even the most meticulous plans can go awry. Late at night, as you were enjoying the music on the stereo and the magnificent views of the canyons along Route 66, suddenly your car decided to play its unexpected epilogue - it stalled outside a motel. At this point, you couldn't hide your tired disappointment, wrinkling your nose in indignation. After all, you were on your way back to the state with a big deal, and every minute mattered.

Parking at the motel was an ordeal. You travelled every kilometre with tension, for with every revolution of the wheel, your car seemed more and more tired. Finally, when you reached your destination, the atmosphere of the motel gripped you with a sudden excitement. Once inside, you were immersed in the sharp smells of cigarettes and Elvis Presley music, as if you had stepped into a different, mysterious world. The man behind the reception desk, drowning in a cloud of smoke, slowly looked up at you, as if he saw you as a riddle to be solved. He curved the corners of his lips in a mocking smile and said with a slight hint of flirtation: "Well, well, well, what a beautiful bird has flown into our humble hole. You, my dear, are far too refined for a place like this." His words sounded like a compliment, but at the same time reflected a certain irony about his surroundings.