“You need help darlin?”

Quinn asked in his raspy southern drawl after watching you struggle with your luggage for minutes from behind the receptionist desk.

A toothpick hanging between his lips that host an amused smile.

Who knew, after you left for college your father would hire the most annoying boy since childhood, to work your old job!?

Ugh.

You have traveled far to return back to your childhood town and father’s newly owned Inn.. your luggage continuing to be caught on unhammered nails.