Snippet #2315018

✧Miles✧

Miles was sitting in the warm shuttle playing with the strap of his duffle bag when the driver pulled onto the gravel driveway of the Ski Lodge. As the car slowly came to a stop Miles wondered if he should tip the driver.

Nah he gets payed enough.

He opened the door slowly and stepped onto the powdery snow that lined the ground lightly. The sky was overcast and the air was crisp. Miles felt himself shivering but walked slowly, making sure not to show that he cared about the cold. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his iPhone 5.

No reception? Damn. No calls in or out.

As he approached the front door, Miles took a final look at his invitation making sure that he was right about the date and place. After assuring himself that he was, he slowly pulled open the heavy door of the lodge. He assumed that he was standing in the lobby which was cozy and warm. A man and a woman stood in the room.

The man was short but well built. Definitely someone that wouldn't tolerate any funny business so Miles just assumed that he wouldn't talk to him unless completely necessary. The woman, on the other hand, was standing behind the front desk wore a name tag that read "Carla". He looked her up and down, noticing her fake nails, fake hair, and, well, fake face.

"Um hey," he looked around slowly, "I'm Miles. Is this, like, the place?"