Lisa looked up from her desk and saw a family of four walking into the hotel. The father was thin, but fit, and had short brown hair; the mother was pretty with a fairly large bust and long blond hair, but was showing her age; the daughter looked to be maybe eight years old with blond hair formed into pigtails and was waving around a fairy princess wand; and the son looked to be in his mid-teens with short spiky dark brown hair and wearing a black T-shirt and blue jeans (from the look of him, he was not very happy to be there, unlike his sister, who looked like she was having a fantastic time).
The father approached the front desk. "We have reservations."
"Name?" Lisa asked.
"Hamilton. John Hamilton."
Lisa nodded, confirming the reservation. "Here's your key," she said, handing it to John. "And have a nice stay."
"Thanks," he said, then turned towards his family. "Janice? Kids? Come on." And with that, they headed to their room.
