I woke up to the smell of coffee. Ouch! My head hurts, what was I thinking drinking so much! I can barely remember anything. I hope I didn’t make a fool of myself. I put on my gown and go into the kitchen. “What are you doing here?” I asked surprised. He look over to me “coffee? Now I feel bad, was it that horrible that you can’t even remember?" I shake my head in shame, “oh no, did we? You know?” he brings the coffee over to me, “Aysa how much can you remember?” I take a big sip of the coffee, just want I need for this hangover. “Well I know I was at the pub most of the time drinking, I danced then I fell and you picked me up, the rest is a blur.” He looked at me very disappointed, “I hope you wont think I took advantage of you…I walked you home, well mostly carried you home, you complai
