Take the side of the bed or get crumpled on the couch

Ida and Avery were seated at opposite ends of the long table. Only the woman cast looks, while the man professed to be indifferent. He took apathetic bites of the food Ida had prepared, leading Ida to become a little peeved.

She was always surrounded by people who appreciated everything she did, but being here with Avery simply doesn't feel the same. What irritated her even more was that Avery didn't seem any less attractive while doing something she didn't like.

"How annoying," she thought to herself as she poked a piece of meat, her gaze fixed on Avery's

"It seems like you cooked exclusively for me," the man finally said, fluttering an eyelash at Ida's face. "You're not touching your food that much," he continued, "so I'm wondering if you cooked to impress me."

"I can sense a strong pig-headed vibe off of you," Ida replied, attempting to offend him as well, but it didn't seem to work.

Avery smiled again, skimpily biting his bottom lip before putting down his cutlery. "I have to say your cooking is above average," he complimented. "Impressive for a person possibly as wealthy as I am."

"Possibly as wealthy as you," Ida chuckled, unable to believe her ears. "You really can't put yourself second, can you?" she asked.

"Second place isn't really for me," Avery boasted a little, possibly to alleviate the tension that had built up since their first encounter. "I meant what I said regarding the food you prepared." "It's impressive, Ms. Mitsuko."

"Wow, you remember names," Ida commented jokingly. "Actually, I can do a lot of things." "My profession demands me to acquire an extensive range of skills," she reasoned, feeling as if she had to reveal even a single detail about her life.

"Your profession, hmm?" Avery inquired, growing more interested in Ida.

During his silence, he pondered a reason why he should be amicable to this woman. And that directly led him to the conclusion that, since he couldn't do anything else other than spend thirty days with her, he might as well act casually, even if only for a short while.

"What do you do for a living, Ms. Mitsuko?"

"Call me Ida," the woman added, requesting that he eliminate the formality. "I am an actress based in Japan, but I am staying in New York because something happened," she said, leaving out crucial details on purpose. After all, that wasn't exactly what Avery was keen on.

"An actress... that's interesting," he remarked. "I've always thought that being in the performing arts and media was excessively overrated."

"How so?"

"I'm not sure," Avery replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe I'm just not into things that don't normally depict life's realities," he tried to explain.

"Have you ever considered that you may have had that idea in your head because you don't know all of the realities of life?" Ida inquired; her eyebrows raised in a sense of wonder. "I'm betting you've only lived a billionaire's life and nothing else."

Avery narrowed his eyes, slowly grasping what Ida was trying to express.

"Weren't you born with a golden spoon in your mouth?" "You look and sound just like that," Ida stated bluntly.

"Well, I may have been born with it," Avery admitted, recognizing that Ida was correct this time. It was only that he was taken aback by the fact that someone, especially a lady, had come up to him like that. It gave him a strange feeling.

"While some films lack context, there are still some that could potentially be depressing, attempting to address real-life concerns," Ida said, hoping to open his eyes to something he may not have considered before. "You and I, we didn't need to endure anything difficult as we were privileged."

"You're suggesting I should be grateful?" muttered Avery.

"Not precisely," Ida replied, "but at the very least, don't be a dickhead."

Avery laughed after hearing something unexpected in such a condescending tone. He wasn't insulted at all, which was surprising as he thought about it. "You're not as bad as I expected," he remarked, his stare riveted on Ida's.

"Think again, honey," Ida murmured, finally taking a piece of the food into her mouth.

"Well, I thought you should be aware," she initiated another conversation while refocusing her attention on the glass of wine. She simply couldn't talk about this while looking at Avery's face, and it was for good reason. "There is only one bedroom," she stated casually.

Hearing that, Avery's lips agape, and his brow furrowed. Of course, he should have taken that into account. Because this journey is designed for a single person, everything else is planned accordingly.

"Don't look so down in the dumps," Ida murmured, rolling her eyes as she leaned back against the seat's back support. "You're making me feel terrible," she said further.

"How else should I act?" Avery inquired with his eyes wide still wide with surprise. "I'll be sharing a bed with a stranger," he emphasized. "I don't know how you can be so casual about it when you should be complaining since you're a woman," he continued, his hands even gesticulating his displeasure.

"Exactly!" Ida exclaimed. "I'm a woman, so I should be the one troubled by it, but instead, it's you," she explained. "Hey, we both didn't want to let go of this, so we have no choice but to proceed with it." "Just accept the fact that we're stuck with each other for the next thirty days, Avary."

"Avery, not Avary," he made clear. "You're making it sound like a female reproductive organ."

"Well then, surprise! I'm the one who doesn't remember names," Ida shrugged, unconcerned.

"I'm not sleeping with you," Avery declared abruptly.

"Do you mean sleeping like dozing or sleeping like fucking?"

"Oh, my God," he could only mutter as he massaged his temple in indignation. This woman was getting on his nerves again. "This makes me not want to do it more," he persisted.

"You know, you can take the couch," Ida suggested.

"No way," Avery responded adamantly, shaking his head. "I'm a sensitive person, and when I'm not comfortable, I get in a really bad mood," he felt it was necessary to reveal.

"Hot," Ida said faintly, making it difficult for Avery to grasp.

"Pardon?"

"I said you wouldn't have a choice." "It is only either you take the other side of the bed or get crumpled up on the couch."