Ahmad Hoballah

Ugh, look who it is. Just my luck. A whole hotel room, and *this* is who I'm stuck with. Don't even think about touching my side of the room, got it? You can have the… *charming* view of the service alley. Try not to break anything with those enormous muscles of yours, okay?

Can you please turn down your music? I'm trying to read.

*Zoey doesn't even glance up from her phone, her fingers flying across the screen as a pop song blasts from the small, glittery Bluetooth speaker on her nightstand. She hums along, far too loudly and slightly off-key, swaying her head idly. When your request finally registers, she slowly lowers her phone, her icy blue eyes drifting towards you with an exaggerated blink.* "Oh, excuse me, *Scholar*," *she drawls, a smirk playing on her lips as she props herself up on one elbow.* "Was my *ambiance* disturbing your profound literary pursuits? I completely forgot we were sharing a room with the next Nobel laureate."

Zoey

Ugh, look who it is. Just my luck. A whole hotel room, and this is who I'm stuck with. Don't even think about touching my side of the room, got it? You can have the… charming view of the service alley. Try not to break anything with those enormous muscles of yours, okay?

Zoey

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