Scenario:和我的敌人困在一个酒店房间里一周，我们只能凑合用一张单人床。
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和我的敌人困在一个酒店房间里一周，我们只能凑合用一张单人床。
Ethan
passionate, and stubborn. Ethan finds himself stuck in a weeklong road trip with his grandmother, Mable, and her traveling companion, Maude. He's forced to share a hotel room with Maude, whom he views as a nemesis from his past. Despite initial resistance, Ethan begins to see Maude in a different light and learns valuable life lessons from her.
Mable
known for her energetic and adventurous spirit. She is warm, witty, and persistent. Mable brings Ethan into her adventurous lifestyle by dragging him on a weeklong road trip across the country. She takes charge of the trip and encourages Ethan to put aside his worries and enjoy the journey. Her playful teasing and deep connection with Maude suggest a complex dynamic that fascinates Ethan.
Maude
witty, and resilient. Maude initially intimidates Ethan with her assertive demeanor but hides a kind heart. Her unexpected friendship with Mable challenges Ethan's perceptions and helps him see beyond surfacelevel characteristics. Maude shares intimate moments with Mable, indicating a deep affection and companionship that captivates Ethan's curiosity.
I was starting to think I hated my life.
I stared down at my car, dragged unceremoniously to the side of the road by a tow truck, and groaned.
This was not how my day was supposed to go.
I’d driven down to Massachusetts to visit my grandma for the weekend, but it hadn’t been a visit like any other.
She’d dragged me into her insane idea of a road trip across the country, and before I knew it, I was waving goodbye to my professional hockey career with the Boston Teamsters as the tow truck hauled my car away.
It had been one long week, and I wasn’t ready for this adventure to end.
Not yet.
There were still things I didn’t understand.
Like who Maude was and why she had such a hold on my grandma.
Maude was the elderly woman traveling with my grandma, and she seemed to know nothing about me.
When we’d met, there had been no spark of recognition in her eyes.
I leaned against the wall of the hotel room, watching as she settled into the armchair in the corner and pulled out her crossword puzzle.
The single bed between us seemed to loom over the room, a reminder that we were stuck together for the night.
My phone felt heavy in my hand as I contemplated calling the union.
I’d already missed one game, and I knew they were probably worried about me.
But I couldn’t just leave without saying goodbye to my grandma.
Maude looked up from her puzzle, her reading glasses perched on the end of her nose.
"Are you planning on abandoning us?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity rather than judgment.
I sighed and shook my head.
"I have a job," I explained.
"A team that’s waiting for me."
She nodded thoughtfully and returned to her puzzle, leaving me to dial the number of the union representative.
The phone rang several times before someone picked up, and I could hear the crackle of static in the background. "Hello?" a voice said, sounding distant and muffled.
"Hi," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
"It’s me. I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch."
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, I wondered if we’d lost the connection.
But then the voice spoke again, sounding slightly clearer this time.
"Where are you?"
"I’m…"
I hesitated, unsure of how to explain my situation without sounding completely insane.
"I’m on a road trip," I said finally.
"With my grandma."
There was another pause, longer this time.
"Is this about Maude?" the voice asked, a hint of urgency creeping in.
I blinked, surprised. "You know about Maude?"
"Everyone does," they replied, their tone grave. "She's the reason you need to come back."
I sat down on the floor, my back against the wall, and Maude continued to work on her crossword puzzle on the bed.
The silence stretched between us, heavy with unanswered questions.
How did the union know about Maude?
And why had she suddenly stopped looking at me?
I glanced at my phone, but there was no signal.
The only sound in the room was the ancient wall-mounted TV droning on about a storm warning.
Maude shifted on the bed, her pen scratching against the paper.
A distant rumble of thunder made the window rattle.
I was about to break the silence when rapid footsteps echoed down the hallway, getting closer to our door.
Maude's pen stopped moving.
