Is this possible?

As Francisco indulged in a much-needed shower, the tranquility of the hotel room was shattered by the arrival of room service bearing dinner. A man entered carrying the meal, followed closely by another with two bottles of champagne in hand.

Hazel's patience wore thin as she took a deep breath, her eyes rolling in exasperation at the intrusion. The men placed the food and drinks on the table before her, offering courteous nods as they curtsied in her direction.

"Have a nice time, Ms.," one of them offered, their voices polite but their presence unwelcome in Hazel's eyes.

But their attempt at hospitality took a turn when one of the men spoke up, voicing concern about the flavors of champagne they had brought.

"But as Sir did not tell us which flavor he likes, so we served two flavors," he explained, his words causing Hazel's eyes to narrow in suspicion.

Maintaining a casual demeanor, Hazel replied, "It’s okay. I also don’t know his flavor. When he comes, I will tell him, he will inform