monday morning: my room

[cillianm]

i pay the taxi driver and climb out of the car, looking at the pile of suitcases, wrinkling my nose. why do i have so much stuff? i'd already shipped a lot of my things here, but still ended up bringing too much with me on the plane. i look around and thankfully spot a cart. grabbing it, i load up all the suitcases then dig out a piece of paper

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[ryan_boy]

I see a guy walk in to the lobby and rush to help him. I think he's the doctor. Gerry told me about him.

"Hello! Welcome to Come-a-Lot! I'm Ryan, Ryan Phillippe, you must be Cillian Murphy," I smile and hold my hand. "Please, let me help you."

[cillianm]

i smile and shakes your hand then takes a step back. if you're willing to handle the bags, i'm not going to argue.

"nice to meet you ryan. it's a good thing you came along when you did, i was probably about to walk into the pool, bags and all."

[ryan_boy]

"I'm here to help," I smile and take some of his bags. "So you're the new doctor? We're so happy that you came, Gerry and me...he's the other owner...well you know that," I blush. "Like I said we're happy that you came, the clients at least some on them we'll probably need check ups before the actual training."

I hold the door open for him and we step into the lobby. I walk over to the reception. Cillian will need a key to his room and I'll help him settle down also.

[cillianm]

i follow you to reception, looking around, taking in everything. "who could turn up an opportunity like this?" i look around the lobby again then lean on the reception counter, turning bright blue eyes back to you. "what made you two decide on opening a place like this?"