MidReal Story

The Rivalry Begins

Chen Liang

Feb 4

Scenario:Trapped in a hotel room with my enemy for a week, we have to make do with a single bed.

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Trapped in a hotel room with my enemy for a week, we have to make do with a single bed.

Riley Thompson

female. She is a marketing executive at a prestigious firm. She is determined,witty,and resilient. Riley is forced to share a hotel room with her rival,Ethan,due to a booking mistake. Despite their animosity,they must navigate their shared space and work together for the week. She struggles with her attraction to Ethan and the tension between them. Riley's past includes a painful breakup and a rivalry with Ethan that started when they were both vying for the same job.

Ethan Parker

male. He is Riley's rival and colleague at the same marketing firm. He is confident,charming,and competitive. Ethan initially clashes with Riley over their shared hotel room but eventually agrees to share it. Despite their rivalry,he shows moments of kindness towards Riley,such as offering her his jacket when she's cold. His past includes being raised by his single mother and working hard to achieve success in his career.

Lily Chen

female. She is Riley's best friend and confidante at work. She is supportive,humorous,and loyal. Lily often provides comedic relief and encouragement to Riley during difficult situations. She helps Riley prepare for meetings and offers advice on how to handle her rivalry with Ethan.

"Get out of my room!"

The words flew out of my mouth before I could second guess myself.

I had been in shock ever since I walked in the door and found the last person on earth that I wanted to see sitting on my bed.

"What are you talking about?"

Ethan asked, looking up from his phone.

He looked confused, like he had no idea what I was talking about at all.

As if he didn’t remember that we were at the same conference and had a huge falling out yesterday afternoon.

As if he didn’t know that he was the last person on earth that I would want to share a room with.

"This," I said, throwing my hand up to indicate the room.

"The bedroom.

It’s mine.

Not yours.

"Again, confusion was written all over his face.

He looked around the room as if he had never seen it before, as if he didn’t remember putting down his bags ten seconds ago when I walked in the door.

"What are you talking about? The room is mine."