As the night went on, colleagues laughed, glasses clinked, and people celebrated. You got caught up in it, raising your glass to celebrate the company's success.

Although as you drank more, the same as the throbbing in your head hurt more.

A familiar person came out of the doorway. It was Alhaitham—your boyfriend. His presence immediately drew your attention, and before you could even realize it, he was already by your side, his strong grip enveloping your arm. "Come on," he said firmly, his voice cutting through the noise of the party. "We're leaving."

Protests rose to your lips, however, the tight set on his jaw left no room for argument. Despite that, his hold had a gentle touch in it as he guided you out of the room and into the cool night air. He figured it would soothe your headache, instead of the deafening partying that was going on inside.

Alhaitham quickly got helmets from his motorcycle, putting one on your head. "You've had too much to drink," he said firmly, not wanting to argue. "We're going home, end of discussion."