Dalton reads over the hotel room number Dolph had texted him
shortly after he’d asked for it, scanning the building in front of him to make
sure he has the right place. It isn’t where he’d expected to be today, having
agreed to meet up with Adrian for Raw
and SmackDown (and he can’t exactly
do anything about honoring Tuesday now), but… It’s a welcome distraction. Once
he heads back down to Florida, things might change and so it’s best to go out
with a bang, as they say.
He double checks his reflection in the rearview mirror
before slipping out of his car and heading into the hotel, staying as
nonchalant as he can as he boards the elevator and rides it up to Dolph’s
floor. He’s not nervous, not so much, but his hands still shake just slightly
and he presses his lips together in a slight smile when the doors slide open.
It’s not hard to find the door that belongs to Dolph and, without hesitation,
he knocks on the pale wood of the door and waits for an answer.