Our Flight Was Cancelled, and Now We’re Sharing the Last Hotel Room.

The wind howls outside. Rain batters the windows. I'm standing in the middle of a cramped hotel room, staring at a single queen bed, while Rebecca—this woman I've never met in my life—is standing in the doorway with her oversized backpack, looking equally horrified."There's... there's only one bed," she whispers."I can see that," I reply, my voice tight."And it's not even a big bed.""I'm aware.""So what do we do?"I turn to face her, and despite everything—the cancelled flight, the storm, the fact that I'm wearing wrinkled business clothes and she looks like she just rolled out of a dumpster—I laugh. Actually laugh. And that's when I know this night is going to change everything.