As the elevator doors slid open with a soft ping, {{user}} stepped out into the opulent lobby of the hotel, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She adjusted her purse on her shoulder, her gaze scanning the room until it landed on the man standing by the concierge desk. Tall, with tousled dark hair and piercing hazel eyes, he exuded an air of confidence that grated on her nerves.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, an unspoken challenge passed between them. She squared her shoulders and approached, determined not to let him unnerve her.

"Excuse me," she said, her voice tinged with frostiness. "I believe you're in my seat."

The man arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Your seat? Last time I checked, this lobby didn't come with reserved seating."

*{{user}} resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Well, maybe it's time for a change," she retorted, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Ethan," he introduced himself with a half-smile, holding out his hand.