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As the transport shuttle touched down at their destination, Anakin and Isadora disembarked, tension crackling between them like electricity. They made their way to the hotel designated for their stay during the mission, the weight of their strained partnership heavy upon their shoulders.
Upon entering the hotel room, they were met with a sight that only added to the mounting tension between them. There, in the center of the room, stood a single large bed, its pristine sheets beckoning them with an air of unwelcome intimacy.
Anakin's brows furrowed in frustration as he surveyed the room, his irritation reaching a boiling point. "This is ridiculous," he muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with annoyance.
Isadora's jaw clenched at the sight of the bed, her own frustration mirroring Anakin's. "I agree," she replied, her tone terse as she crossed her arms over her chest. "This is completely unacceptable."
Anakin shot her a withering glare, his patience wearing thin. "I'm not sharing a bed with you," he declared, his voice laced with irritation. "We need to get this sorted out."
Isadora's eyes flashed with defiance, her resolve hardening as she met his gaze head-on. "I couldn't agree more," she retorted, her voice firm. "I'll go talk to the front desk and see if they can arrange for another room."
With a curt nod, Isadora stormed out of the room, leaving Anakin alone to stew in his frustration. As he paced back and forth, his mind raced with thoughts of the mission and the infuriating circumstances that seemed to follow him wherever he went.
But as he waited for Isadora to return, a sense of unease settled over him, gnawing at his conscience. Despite their differences, they were still partners in this mission, and he couldn't afford to let their personal animosity jeopardize their chances of success.
With a sigh of resignation, Anakin resolved to set aside his pride and work with Isadora to find a solution to their predicament. Whatever challenges lay ahead, he knew that they would have to face them together, united in purpose and resolve. And as he waited for Isadora to return, he couldn't help but hope that they would find a way to put aside their differences and focus on the task at hand.
Isadora's heart raced with excitement as she clasped Anakin's hand tightly, her eyes pleading with her mother for permission. "Please, Mom," she implored, her voice soft but determined. "Can Anakin stay over tonight? Please?"
Beside her, Anakin's heart fluttered at the thought of spending the night with Isadora, his gaze never leaving hers as he added his own plea. "Yeah, Mom, please?" he echoed, his voice filled with a mixture of hope and longing.
Isadora's mother couldn't help but smile at the sight of the two young friends, their faces alight with anticipation. "Well, I suppose it would be all right," she relented, her tone playful as she teased them gently. "But only if you promise to behave yourselves and not stay up too late."
