I slowly open my eyes, only to be met with a throbbing headache that threatens to split my skull in two. The bright light piercing through my lids is like a dagger, forcing me to squint and shield my eyes. As I struggled to adjust to the harsh light, I scanned my surroundings for Winnie's familiar face, but she was nowhere to be found.
Panic starts to set in as I realize I'm not in my own room. My foggy brain suddenly snaps into clarity, and I'm hit with a wave of alarm. Where am I? I thought to myself, desperately trying to put together the events of the previous night.
And then, like a floodgate opening, memories came rushing back. The club, the bartender, the shots... and Miller. Oh, God, Miller. I mentally slap myself, regret washing over me for doing something so reckless. What have
