Sharon was smiling warmly (albeit slightly nervously) when the door swung open. She glanced up at the man on the other side and her shoulders relaxed a little. He didn't look like a serial killer, so that was a good start. "That would be me." The smile on her lips spread. "I hope you weren't waiting long?
She stepped in past him and took in the room. It looked like a pretty normal motel room, with a bed and chairs and a small table, a television and mini-fridge, a small bathroom. She smiled at the other man sitting in the room and nodded once. "Hi, I'm Sharon."