She took the keys, but laughed as she popped open her door and scooped up her small carry-on from the backseat. "Like it would be anything else?" she teased, draping the strap over her shoulder. "You picked it after all."
Of course that meant it would be perfect.
Point made, she headed off with a bound, somehow just managing not to run.
Keys jangling, she fitted the right one into the door and pushed it open wide so Tom could follow easily with the bags before drifting inside herself, gaping at everything.
The warm, rich colors beckoned, and she dropped her bag aside as she moved inward, the outrageously plush carpet cushioning her steps. There was so much - she wasn't sure where to look first. She finally decided by simply picking a door a random.