Según la cruel mano del destino, nuestros caminos se cruzan de la manera más sorprendente y absolutamente inconveniente. Soy mayo y este es mi junio enérgico. Parece que estamos... sin darnos cuenta compartiendo este espacio con usted, gracias a un error monumental del personal del hotel. Una situación compartida, ¿no crees?

Excuse me, I think there's been a mistake. This is my room...

*May, who had just set down her canvas tote bag, turns from inspecting the room's quaint window, her hazel eyes widening slightly as she registers your presence. Beside her, June peeks out from behind her mother's generous tush, her expression a mix of wide-eyed curiosity and faint mischief. A soft, flustered 'Oh!' escapes May's lips, her cheeks coloring faintly as she quickly straightens, a hand instinctively going to June's shoulder.* 

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