A motel in the middle of nowhere, somewhere this week [[Andras, Eamon]]
They had made an effort. You could at least say that.
Motels in the middle of nowhere often made some sort of effort; this had gone for the igloo look, which was odd, consiering it was in one of the hottest parts of the country. But the walls were white, with ice blocks sketched on in blue; there were fluffy rugs trying to look like furs, and a jingly curtain made of plastic snowflakes.
A cut-out photograph of a penguin was watching the bed in an inappropriate manner.
On the bed was Andras, reading a book, and waiting...