The morning light hit the motel, casting a warm glow over the parking lot and rooms.
Aoife could be seen walking towards a room, carrying a cart filled with cleaning materials.
Her bright yellow uniform stood out against the muted colors of the motel. She moved with a quiet efficiency, her dark hair tied back in a neat ponytail.
In the parking lot, a young man could be seen practicing martial arts. He was shirtless, his muscular torso glistening with sweat.
His movements were fluid and precise, his kicks flying through the air with a soft whooshing sound.
His feet bare, he stood on the rough asphalt, his eyes fixed intently on some point in front of him.
The sound of birds chirping, the gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees, causing the motel's neon sign to creak softly.
Aoife inserted her key card into the door lock and pushed the cart inside. She began to tidy up the room, her movements quick and efficient.
