Hey Angel (l.t)

With all power that as left in me I drew my luggage up the final step, went up with it and let out a comforted sigh.
Digging my hands into my shallow pockets, I produced the silver keys that I received in the mail.
I eagerly figured which one was for the cabin door and quickly forced it through the keyhole. I turned it to the left with a fast jolt. The pleasant noise that you receive when it's the right key greeted me warmly.
Letting go of my luggage I used my foot to push open the door, anxious for the place that awaited me.
However, to my horror, I saw a man, most likely still in his 20's, resting in an armchair sipping some kind of hot drink. He was wearing a woolly grey sweatshirt, skinny jeans and had a cute comb over hairstyle, not that he needed one.
I managed to cough slightly to catch his concentration and once his stare switched from the t.v to me, he looked me up and down with a smile, sort of like he was expecting me.
Plucking up the courage I managed to speak.
"Hi, I'm Summer Hayes. I think there's some sort of confusion because I booked this room four months ago. Who are you?"
With simply no expression of guilt, he shook his head and grinned, then set down his drink on the coffee table which seemed to be a mocha latte.
"You'll learn my name in due time, babe. But we can both forget Summer. Whenever I want you I'll just call "Hey Angel!"
I was in complete and utter confusion.
"Sound good?", he spoke again.
And that's pretty much how my summer began.