Matt POV
I waited patiently at the reception desk, my fingers tapping lightly on the oak counter. A small, round, middle-aged lady with a soft face and warm smile appeared around the corner of the corridor, carrying a stack of folders higher than her head.
“Here, let me help you.” I offered, taking the stack from her.
“Oh, Beta! Thank you. They were so heavy I felt like my arms were going to drop off.” She answered gratefully.
I placed the stack down on her desk, then returned to my place behind the counter. She adjusted their position slightly, so that they were in line with everything else positioned perfectly.
“What can I help you with, Sir?” She asked, smiling warmly at me over the brim of her half-spectacles.
“My mate.” I answered, quietly. “Which room is she in, and can I
