Our room wasn't very big at all. Two full sized beds. One pressed up against the window on the left side of the room, a small walk space between the two beds, then the other bed on the right side of the room, up against that wall. At the foot end of the bed on the right there was the closet, equipped with an ironing board and 5 hangers. At the foot end of the left side bed, a miniature refrigerator, which we stocked with water and RedBull, the bathroom, and the television on the wall. Not a very big room at all.

"I call window seat!" Nick Sat his bags on the bed to the left as soon as he got the door open. Musty feeling, the window was covered with fog. It was 11am and the window had fog on it? "What's up with the sex aroma in this room?" I walked in, setting my bags on the bed against the right wall.

"I read on the way here that San Francisco is notorious for fog. It's a collusion of the warm air located inland, and the cold air coming from the Bay." Nick answered, starting to unpack his belongings. He was definitely a book of knowledge. He was always well informed about the city we visited upon arrival.

"Right then." I shrugged. Little did I really care about the fog, I just wanted to know it was normal and not fogged up because of the previous guest's prior fucking session. I unzipped my first bag, shirts that needed to be hung up immediately. The messily number of hangers supplied by the hotel definitely needed to vacate before Nick and I got to the closet to hang our coats and shirts. Thankfully we always bring our own hangers or we would have been fighting it our for the five mental coat hangers.

"Hey Mace, what do you want for lunch?" Nick asked as he bent over, plugging in the charger of his iPhone next to the double lengthened nightstand, for the both of us to share.

"I don't know what's around here." I set my travel pillow on the bed, along with the pillows owned by the hotel. The blankets and pillow cases were an ugly college of dark colored brown flowers. It made the room look terrible, but whatever, this wasn't my home, I couldn't be too judgmental.

"We could take a walk and find something?" Nick suggested, finally setting down on the bed and moving his bags to the floor. "Maybe some Italian or some fast food?"

"Yeah, sounds good. We should go see if Kevin and Joe want to come."

"Alright, lets go." Nick stood up off his bed, grabbing his wallet, door key, which looked like a blue credit card that said 'Welcome' is over five different languages, and his cell phone off the charger. We both walked out the door and down the small, brightly lit hallway to Joe's room and Kevin's room.

As quick as we knocked, nearly at the same time, they answered their hotel doors. Joe, his larger room, much larger bed, cluttered with his clothes and shoes in the background. Kevin, a congregation of scarves, belts, sunglasses, and shoes laid out on his bed. Obviously, they were in the works of getting settled.

"We are going for a walk to look for something to eat, want to join?" Nick asked, his body rested in the door frame of Joe's opened door.

"No, I'm good." Kevin answered, pulling his laptop out from a man bag of his and placing it on the bed.

"Of course, food is always an option." Joe grabbed his door card and stuck it into his wallet. "I'm ready." He stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

"Want us to bring back anything Kev?" I asked, watching Kevin plugging in the charger to his laptop.

"No, I was thinking about going later. Thanks anyways." Kevin smiled over to us in the hallway of his room. Nick leaned in, grabbing the handle and closed the door.

"Shall me go?" Joe winked at me, being his usual silly self. You can never take Joe too seriously. He was a flirtatious boy, in general. He most likely wanted to follow Nick and I for food most likely, just to check out the local girls. He wasn't a player, just a major flirt, and all the girls seemed to love him.