"I've got a reservation for Merit Miasim," he announces to the clerk at the front desk from behind his sunglasses.
"I've got you right here," the clerk hands him a key.
A bellhop takes their bags. "He'll show you to your room," the clerk adds, "I hope you have a wonderful stay."
He and his female companion follow the bellhop to the room on the east wing of the lodge. Merit tips the bellhop, and takes his companion into the room. He tosses their bags on the floor, and slams the door shut, locking it behind him.
"We never really agreed on the interpretation of rule number 12."
"We decided it was irrelevant," he points out.
"I forgot."
"Just remember to call me Merit," he smiles, tossing aside his sunglasses.
"Are we actually going to do any skiing?" she questions.
"We might go down a couple of slopes, and a couple inclines," he answers.
"I have a feeling you're not talking about anything snow covered."
"You know me so well," he smiles.
"At least it's a nice room."
"It has a hot tub on the balcony."
"We should go check it out."
"You might want to take your coat off," he suggests.
She quickly sheds multiple layers. He follows suit, and they race to the sliding glass door. She pulls it open, and they rush out into the hot tub.
"You can see the snow covered mountain," he points out.
"That's good enough for me."