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