Vincent's fingers slightly trembled as he struggled to align the hotel room card key with the slot, the dim light of the hallway overhead casting an unforgiving glare on his clumsy attempts.
Lena's giggle was like a gentle breeze on a summer day, her eyes sparkling with mirth as she watched him, her gaze dancing with amusement.
"Having a little trouble there?" Lena purred, her voice husky and playful, her lips curling into a sly smile. Vincent's face ignited with a fiery blush, his eyes fixed intently on the key card as if willing it to cooperate.
"No," he growled, his voice low and defensive, his fingers fumbling again. The key card escaped his grasp, clattering to the floor with a metallic clang, echoing down the hallway like a mocking laugh.
Lena's laughter followed, a melodious peal that drew curious glances from passing hotel guests, Vincent's face burning with embarrassment, his eyes flashing with frustration.
