As Mike stands in a dimly lit hotel lobby hotel after receiving the room number his wife is in for the daytime receptionist. Mike a laidback man, stands before a door nervously fidgeting. He adjusts his tie, takes a deep breath, then knocks.
Mike: I hope she is alone.
Inside the room, Sarah, Mike’s wife an attractive woman, looks at the door surprised and panicked.
Sarah: Shh! Be quiet someone knocking at the door. Just hide somewhere, please. I will handle this.
The room door opens. Sarah wearing a nervous smile. Behind her, visible to Mike, Nelson, a tall man is hastily zipping his pants up.
Mike: Sarah? What’s…What the heck is going on here?
Sarah: Mike...I, um...this isn't what it looks like.
Nelson: Hey, man. I'm Nelson. With a smile on his face.
Mike: I’m not shaking your hand Nelson... right. Is this your... ahem... line of work then?
Nelson: (Scratching the back of his head) You can say that.
Mike: Well, you don’t seem to look like a 'professional.'
Sarah interjects
Sarah: Mike, please let's talk.
Mike: Oh, now you want to talk?
Sarah: I didn't mean for this to happen, I…
Mike: Save it, Sarah.
Mike walks away from the room, leaving a guilty Sarah and a bewildered Jim behind.