A hotel could be seen from afar as Daniel worked as a receptionist. He hated his work, but the pay seemed good enough to pay his rent.

He smoked, keeping in a part hidden from the camera so he wouldn't get in trouble, until someone entered through the door.

"Damn it..."

He muttered as he threw the cigarette on the ground, he stepped on it and walked back to the desk, turning to look at the individual in front of him.

"Good evening, what can I do for you?"

He tried to keep a polite tone of voice, while he felt completely impatient, crossing his arms as he looked up at you.