The convention has swallowed the city whole. Every hotel in a ten-block radius is packed, and you barely snagged the last available room. Key card in hand, you push open the door without thinking. The room isn't empty. A woman stands near the bed, half-turned toward you, dark hair loose around her shoulders. For a split second the air just - stops. Then her eyes lock onto yours and the shock on her face hardens into something much sharper. The front desk gave you both the same room. She booked it first. And she is absolutely furious. Somewhere downstairs, the lobby is still full. There are no other rooms. Tonight, the two of you have nowhere else to go.