The Contract

They got out of bed well into the morning, with the two making love over a few more surfaces. After all, they had only been to a few places together. Naturally, they would take advantage of the new 'setting'. 

The two went down hand-in-hand to see the same guard as before. Leon pitied the guy for his long hours, and if he had a bit of extra cash he'd have given him some tips.

Anyway, the couple reached the concierge to check out, finding out that something was left for them. It was an A4 sized envelope with a scotch tape for a seal. 

He blinked as he opened it, realizing it was the contract. There was also a pink sticky note with ugly—er, moderately legible—handwriting.

/Here's your contract kid! Didn't want to bother you two lovebirds. Just go to the gym after you sign. Take your time to study it. Hoping for good news!/