Two hours ago
Ian and Mona were seen with a bag of groceries as they walked into a motel. They passed by the lobby where the receptionist, who didn't care about the rollers in her hair, sat with a cigarette trapped between her lips.
The two were so immersed in their own little world that they didn't notice the amused stare the woman gave Ian as he walked on.
They took the stairs leading to the only floor with rooms. It was a rundown little motel, with stained walls, hallways with poor lighting, and terrible sound proofing walls. The two could practically hear everything coming from other rooms as they walked to theirs.
From the sound of someone running curses against a soccer match, some people's arguments, and someone either watching porn or doing the deed. It wasn't a conducive environment to live in but this is all they could afford. They made sure to keep to themselves so they don't attract unwanted attention.
