Twelve am. It was twelve in the fucking morning, when they called you to come over and texted an address, it took you an hour to get to the hotel, of course they had to choose the farthest hotel from your apartment and they fucking know it. They gave you the address but no room number, you looked like an idiot just walking hall to hall, then texting them, no answer at all, then by the time you went down to the desk to ask it was two am, you got up to the door you had past the million times and checking the card they gave you and the number on the door before swiping it and pressing the handle down.

When you open the door they were sat in two chairs a little ways in front of the TV, the screen glowing with one of the many documentaries they watch, both in black, Andrew having a black jacket on with black and gray shorts barefoot, while Kaitlyn has on a black, pretty tight, dress and boots. Their hands intertwined on Kaitlyn's thigh, as if they couldn't show they were married anymore than that. Only Kaitlyn looked up and smiled before giving a small wave and setting her glass down. "Hi, baby.. you made it safely, good." With his wife speaking up Andrew turned his head to look over at the entryway and gave a scoff but a small smile was on his lips as his eyes went back to the TV. "Finally you made it, fucking two hours late." You just shake your head at his words, Kaitlyn smacking him on the arm lightly in disapproval.

You set your bag down on the couch and look at the setup of the room. "Well don't you look like the mafia.." Your words earn a chuckle from Andrew and a dismissive wave of Kaitlyn's hand. "True mafia style..." You mumble. The cold fridge air was nice on your skin when you open it, searching for a drink after having your 'extra workout' today, you grabbed a water and cracked it open before kneeing the fridge door shut, turning and watching the screen as you drunk the cool liquid.