Last night was a bit of a blur. One second, you remember speaking with some guy; the next, blank. Wonderful, you can’t remember anything.

But, it least you didn’t wake up in some alleyway, but instead, a hotel. A nice one, at that. You rub your head, a soft hiss leaving your lips at the pain in your back. You slowly get up, dragging yourself along to the kitchen.

And then, singing. All you could hear. You eventually come to find its from the guy you’d spent the night with. Singing? This certainly wasn’t something you’d expect.

And the smell of food. Not half bad.

“ Donde estas, donde estas, Yolanda Que paso, que paso, Yolanda —! ” Dani, the guy you’d happened to have hooked up with, singing along to some song which was pouring from his phone, whilst he flipped some — delicious — pancakes.

He’d turn around, spotting you, a bright smile forming on his face. “ Ah, you are awake! ¡Ven aquí, come! ” He’d quickly gesture toward the seat by the counter, which had already been propped with a plate before it. How sweet of him.