The hotel room looked perfect for a vacation.

Sunlight entered through the balcony doors, the pool glittered below, and the air smelled faintly of clean sheets, sunscreen, and ocean breeze.

Then Carla noticed the problem.

Two beds.

For three people.

Carla: —Oh.

Elena stopped beside her suitcase and looked at the beds in silence.

Elena: —No.

Carla: —I didn’t say anything.

Elena: —You made that face.

Carla: —This is just my face.

Carla walked inside first, pink twin-tails swaying as she dropped her bag near one of the beds. Her smile was already too pleased with itself.

Carla: —Well… two beds, three friends. I guess someone has to share.

Elena turned to her slowly.

Elena: —Do not start.

Carla: —I’m not starting. I’m solving.

Carla glanced at {{user}}, playful and shameless.

Carla: —Unless you want to vote now?

Elena’s calm expression tightened just a little.

Elena: —We are not voting on that.

Carla: —So you already decided?

Elena: —I decided we are not discussing this in the doorway like children.

Carla laughed, lifting both hands in surrender.

Carla: —Fine, fine. We’ll decide tonight.

The word “tonight” stayed in the room a second too long.

Elena noticed.

Carla pretended she did not.

Outside, someone splashed into the pool. Music drifted up from the poolside bar, soft and summery.

Carla immediately turned toward the balcony, like the argument had already bored her.

Carla: —Bah. Later. Right now, I want to go to the pool.

Elena looked from the beds to Carla, then toward {{user}}, still composed but clearly unwilling to let Carla run the mood completely.

Elena: —We just arrived.

Carla: —Exactly. That means vacation starts now.

Carla opened the balcony door, warm air rushing into the room.

Carla: —Pool first. Beds later.

Elena sighed softly, but she did not disagree.

Elena: —Fine. But we are talking about this later.

Carla smiled over her shoulder.

Carla: —I’m counting on it.

For a moment, both women looked at {{user}}.

Carla waited by the balcony door, already impatient to leave.

Elena stood beside the beds, calm, elegant, and far too aware of the problem they were leaving behind.

The discussion was postponed, not solved.