Having alighted from a taxi, he got us checked into a certain hotel. It was the late 80s and still, things weren't so bad when you talk about taste. The outside view looked inviting and then the inside was not bad.
Considering his status, I believed Ethan would be a classic. I smiled, walking behind him while we approached the reception. I paid no attention. Only let him do the needful while I filled my eyes.
I realized hotels in this era were more about appreciating space but in the future, it was all about being economical with space.
Soon we were being escorted by a young lad. We came to the passageway and we stopped at a certain room tagged "standard 404"
'Fancy' I thought.
The porter opened up the room door and I was short of words. Like wtf?
The porter excused us. Ethan walked into the room not bothered while I stood confused.
"Are you coming in or not?" I heard him ask.
