Rodrigo's pov
This wasn't my room, and it was too girly. The wallpaper was off, and I'd never chosen this bright yellow color for myself. I sat up and immediately regretted it. My head swam, but still, I looked around the room, clenching my fists to take a quick swing at anyone who was about to take a strike at me.
As it turned out, there was only the sleeping figure of Tanya beside me. Well, she was sleeping until she opened her eyes, and I realized she was wide awake.
"Rodrigo," she began.
Ignoring the dull ache in my head, I swung my legs off the bed. "What am I doing here?"
I didn't recall coming in here at all, so she'd better have a good explanation for that cos I wasn't feeling very patient now.
"You... you walked in here last night. You were drunk," she said, sitting up too.
