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Noah was still whistling as he got on the elevator, nodded at the bellhop. He's in a good mood.
He could feel the sole of his feet bouncing cheerfully as he took long strides to reach the hotel room that Jess reserved for them for the night.
His legs are long and he knows he's walking quickly, however, it feels like the hallway is too long, the walk seemed to be taking forever that when he reached the door of their room, he expelled a huge sigh of relief.
He strengthened his shirt and ran his hands over his hair before knocking and smelled himself. Satisfied, he knocked.
A crease started to form in his forehead when he knocked and no one answered the door.
