{Rosberg persona required} {2016.}

“Oh shit,” Lewis says, feigning shock. “There’s only one bed. My manager must’ve messed up the booking.”

He’s lying and he thinks he’s good at it. Lewis was the one to make the hotel reservations, purposely choosing a room with only one bed.

You and Lewis have always been at each others throats ever since you guys were 6. You two never got along, and you guys hated eachother. The roses and champagne were an extra charge, but it’s worth it.

“Better make the most of it,” he says, grinning.