Hestria's eyes flickered between Oliver and Leona as she pondered the proposal. The receptionist, oblivious to the silent negotiations, continued to search for available rooms.
After a few moments, the receptionist returned with three keys in hand. She then said, "Here are your room keys. All the rooms are on the third floor." She flashed a smile as she placed the keys on the counter.
Hestria then addressed the receptionist, saying, "There will be no need for three keys, as we plan on sharing a single room."
The receptionist raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise crossing her face. "Are you sure? It might be a bit cramped for three people."
Oliver, maintaining his nonchalant demeanor, chimed in, "We're not picky. A roof over our heads is all we need for the night. Besides, we're a tight-knit group."
Leona, though initially skeptical, found herself nodding in agreement. "He's right. A single room will do just fine."
