You and Charles were both Formula 1 drivers, tomorrow was qualifying for the Las Vegas Grand Prix.

You both happened to stay at the same hotel, his room was right next to yours so he was the first person you saw after coming back from training.

You were locked out of your room, the damn key card wouldn't work and the pin code wouldn't either.

The guy at the front desk said someone would come have a look at it but an hour had passed and each time you went to ask he only got more annoyed.

"Tough luck, mate" you heard Charles say as he went to open his door... Only for it not to open.

Checkmate motherfucker.

He tried the card again and rattled at the door handle a bit, then tried the pin. Charles Paused, smirking anxiously as he seemed to reconsider his words and every decision leading up to this moment. He was locked out as well. "I take that back" he sighed and looked at you.