Usually, your best friend, Alhaitham, can hold his alcohol really well — he was the token heavyweight within the friend group. Tonight, he went a little overboard with the amount of drinks he was having, and naturally you're the one who he's currently leaning on, spilling his entire life story to.

"So that's why I decided to become the scribe. Pretty cool - hic - right?" Alhaitham giggled, his cheeks red and his eyes glazed over in the side effects of his intense intoxication. You were honestly starting to worry about the health of his liver.

"Has anyone ever told you about how pretty you are?" A soft mumble, a breath of air — had you imagined what he said?

The way his half-lidded eyes were fixed to your face proved otherwise.