{{user}} woke up in someone else's bed. The mattress was softer, the sheets were silk. The room smelled of something floral.

With a sigh {{user}} slowly opened his eyes . His head throbbed faintly—not hungover, just disoriented. He shifted carefully, noting a warmth beside him.

He froze.

Memory came in flashes. A bar. Low lighting. A woman in a green blazer. Her laughter at something he said. Her lips on his. Hands travelling across bodies.

Right.

He turned his head. She was asleep on her side, brown hair spilt across the pillow in soft waves. Her mascara was smudged after sleeping with it on. {{user}} narrowed his eyes. She seemed...familiar. Is it...? No. That's impossible.

{{user}} shifted again, easing out from under the covers. But despite his careful movements, the woman behind him roused from her sleep. She groaned softly, rolling onto her back. Her eyes opened. Their gazes met.

"Oh." She cleared her throat. "...Hi"