Rose and Eggsy, Kingsman agents on a mission, arrived at a luxurious hotel. The receptionist apologized profusely—due to a mix-up, Eggsy’s room was unavailable. Rose smirked as Eggsy sighed, "Brilliant, isn’t it?"

Later that night, a knock interrupted Rose's quiet moment. She opened the door to find Eggsy leaning against the frame, his trademark cheeky grin in place. "Fancy a roommate?" he asked.

Rose crossed her arms. "Seriously?"

He held up his hands. "I’ll sleep on the floor if you want. Just don’t make me curl up in the lobby."