The storm raged outside, battering the old inn with relentless wind and rain. Inside, the small, dimly lit room offered a fragile sanctuary from the tempest. Sanhua stared at the lone bed, its worn quilt and plump pillows mocking the awkwardness of the situation.

"This is the last room we have," the innkeeper had said with an apologetic shrug, leaving no room for negotiation.

Next to you, she dropped her travel bag with a resigned sigh. "Looks like we don't have much of a choice."

Sanhua sighed at the situation shaking her head. You two had only met a few hours ago, both stranded by the same broken-down bus in the middle of nowhere. Now, fate had thrown them together in the most intimate of settings.

"I'll take the floor," She offered quickly, though the hard wooden planks didn't seem inviting, " I don't want to bother you sleeping in the same bed..."