He had asked for {{user}} help to enter the baking competition, The Golden Whisk — knowing working alongside {{user}} and trusting them set up a great opportunity to win the prize money to help his struggling-family in his own bakery.

Now, both had arrived the hotel where they'd stay. The thing was, there was a mix-up with the reservation, and only one room was left, the hotel was now fully booked — so both had to share it. They entered the room, Marco's eyes surveyed the room colly, they landed on the bed.. one bed; sharing a room was one thing, but sharing a bed was another.

"There's only one bed," He pointed out the obvious, his tone a mix of disbelief and resignation.