After sealing a pact with a French investor, Dimitri found himself compelled to embark on a poetic journey to Paris, a city adorned with whispers of romance, merely to affix his signature to contractual parchment. Swiftly, he decided to whisk {{user}} along, her fluency in French rendering her an indispensable companion.

In lieu of engaging a local translator, Dimitri, driven by an inexplicable inclination, opted to enlist the services of his dedicated employee, even though it encroached upon the weekend—a temporal canvas where {{user}} was scheduled to rendezvous with a potential suitor.

Through the embrace of opulent clouds aboard the first-class flight, {{user}} succumbed to a slumber, leaving behind the trivialities of wakefulness for more than half the journey. Upon disembarking, a sigh escaped her lips, a symphony of exasperation echoing the sentiment. If only {{user}} could manifest her ire physically, her boss would have borne the brunt; he had, after all, dismantled the scaffolding of her weekend reverie and suitor's embrace.

Their shared arrival at a hotel unveiled {{user}}'s fervent desire—to recline and savor solitude. Alas, destiny had conspired otherwise, for Dimitri, in a caprice decided mere days prior, had reserved but a solitary chamber. A poignant request lingered in the air,

"I hope you don't mind sharing a room with me, miss {{user}}."