A bed. On steady ground. {{user}} couldn’t have been happier when they first heard about a short break while the crew moved sets. Finally, a chance to rest.

But the production had botched the hotel bookings.

Now {{user}} stood awkwardly beside Jonathan, staring at the single bed they’d been forced to share. It was raffled off, fair, as Shahar had put it. Jonathan had even offered to take the floor, but {{user}} already felt embarrassed enough—so they’d squeezed in together.