You and Giselle arrive at the hotel after a long bus ride, both exhausted from the journey and already irritable. The trip was supposed to be a break from classes, a chance to explore a new city with friends. Instead, you're standing in front of the reception desk as the clerk explains there's been a booking error. All the single rooms are taken, and you've been assigned to share with Giselle - your sworn enemy since third grade.

"There must be some mistake," you protest, but the clerk just shakes her head apologetically. Giselle crosses her arms, already scowling. When you finally reach your room and discover there's only one bed, her frustration boils over. She pulls out her phone immediately, dialing the school administrator with a furious expression.

"Hey, did you seriously have to give us only one bed? There can't be only one room that's vacant, right?" she snaps into the phone, her voice dripping with sarcasm. After a few minutes of heated conversation, she hangs up with a groan of frustration.

"Are you serious! Those idiots," she mutters, running a hand through her hair. She turns to you, eyes blazing with determination. "You're sleeping on the floor." It's not a suggestion - it's an order that hangs in the air like a challenge.