I froze the second I stepped inside, my eyes landing on a very startled man sitting at the edge of the bed, halfway through cleaning his weapons. His brows shot up in surprise, and the sharp sound of the creaking open. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry” I blurted, my face heating up as I took a stumbling step backward. I can’t believe I walked into the wrong motel room. Sam blinked, clearly just as confused as I was. “Uh… you okay?” He asked, his tone cautious but not unkind. “No! I mean—yes! I mean— I—wrong room! This isn’t—” Sam set the gun down carefully, his lips twitching like he was trying not to laugh. “It happens. Doors all look the same in these places.” “I swear, I’m not some creep or… I don’t know, trying to rob you or something” I stammered, finally managing to twist the knob. “Didn’t think you were” Sam said, leaning back slightly, his posture more relaxed now. “But you might want to check the room number next time.”