Ava groggily opened her eyes, her head pounding like a drum and her mouth dry as the Sahara desert. She slowly sat up, realizing she was still in her crumpled clothes from the night before, her hair a tangled mess. She rubbed her temples, trying to remember the events of the previous night, but her memories were hazy and unclear. As she stood up and began to get ready for work, she couldn't shake off the feeling of embarrassment that lingered in her mind like a bad hangover.
When she arrived at work, Sarah greeted her with a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You came late today, as expected," she said, raising an eyebrow. "How was your night?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Ava's face flushed like a tomato as she tried to brush off the question, her ey
