Half-past the appropriate time, Melissa rushed out of her room, running to the elevator. One thing she hates about elevators is waiting for them to reach her flat before she would meet another stranger.
Her head pounding, the alcohol she took with the girls last night did no good to her. It was making her headache like warriors were fighting in her head. At first, she wasn't so good at drinking alcohol but since she had been on watch all through her life, not to have 'fun', not to drink alcohol more than a shot, not to have a boyfriend, not even to keep friends at all.
There was no one to wake her, disturb her to leave the house on time, or someone to yell at her about random things. She missed that noise, that feeling of having someone to yell at, someone to hate and love at the same ti
