My woman friend is the killer

Third - Person point of View.

****IN PORTLAND****

James hopped out from the car and walked into the reception, he met two cute ladies on the desk chattering and smiling, one was cubby while the other receptionist was slim.

"Good day ladies," He greeted politely, though the ladies was lost in their conversation unable to decipher his presence.

He tapped his finger on the desk in the presence announcing his presence.

They turned their gaze towards him simultaneously, their eyes widened beholding the cute appearance of James in their front.

"Good day sir," They chorused and sprang to their feet, with a butterflies running in their stomach.

"I'm here to see Mr Octavia. He lodged in stat Room thirty five," The hotel VIP room.