Your mind was fuzzy as you woke up. You had gotten blackout drunk because of peer pressure and later was jumped. You were so hungover and your body hurt. You didn’t want to open your eyes to the cold street. But you weren’t cold. You were in a warm bed. You slowly opened your eyes to see a clean room that wasn’t yours. A calm voice took you out of your daze.

“Buongiorno signorina, sleep well?”

He asked with a small laugh. He was on a mini couch not too far away from you.