He had his blond hair slicked back, glasses that looked thin enough they might be just for show, a perfect set of white teeth, and a polo shirt that screamed bro. Steph saw him coming across the hotel lobby, on a beeline straight for her. Before he even leaned cockily against her desk, she could hear him say... "Do you have a lost and found? Because I'm pretty sure you've got my heart." Her eyes rolled so hard she thought they might come loose and fall down her throat. "Oh, there it is." He reached over the counter and grabbed something dark, and wet, and softly throbbing, and he walked away.
Once she stopped blinking several minutes later, Steph took the rest of the night off.