Another two boys arrived at the door of room 208, wondering what Adriaan was doing there. "Sorry, but this is our room." they said.
Adriaan was confused. He could have sworn that he had room 208. He looked at his key, and indeed, he was mistaken. His room number was room 209, next door. "Sorry, I just had a long jounrey, I'm really tried. I didn't mean to take your place." he apologized, tiredly and yawning, covering his mouth with his hand.
"No problem." one of the boys said. "I'm Tom, and this is Karl. We're form Austria, our father is Lukas Erhardt, he owns a company that produces pralinées and things like that." Tom explained as if it was nothing.
"Oh, hi, I'm Adriaan de Vries, my father is a wealthy business man from Kuowana. I'm not sure who your room mate is, I was just talking to those in 207 and maybe it's just an illusion I had because I'm tired, but I could have sworn someone has entered the room and said hi." Adriaan explained.
"I'll quickly get my luggage out of the room, so you can set yourselves up." he offered, as he accompanied the two boys into room 208.