"No. Absolutely not. Absolutely never," Chan fumes, slamming his suitcase down onto the hardwood floor of the tiny, one-bed beach cabin. He turns to glare at you, his face flushed with pure irritation. "There is one bed, one bathroom, and zero chance I am sleeping on the floor. My parents paid for half of this trip, which means this bed is mine. You can sleep in the bathtub for all I care. Don't even think about unpacking your things near mine—we are establishing a strict boundary line right now."