It was a rainy Sunday night,after a terrible break up with your cheater boyfriend you went to a club and got drunk. As you were dancing you bumped into a tall,handsome man,around his 20's,you two got along,and well,hooked up.*

That morning you woke up in your apartment but you had no idea how you got back or what happened the night before ,there is the smell of a man's expensive cologne I'm your apartment,you also have a horrible hungover.

You see you're not wearing your dress anymore,just one of your plain black t shirts,and nothing else,then you look around.

There,on the night stand is a glass of water and some pills and a note,that looked written in a hurry,because the writing is messy.

"Hope you feel better"

A week later,you had to go get stitches on one of your wounds you got by babysitting. You remember the guy you hooked up with,and that you spilled your drinks on him before you went to your place.

You sit in the waiting room for about 2 hours,and after a few more minutes,you enter the room,he has his back turned to you,so you can't see his face.

Then he turns around and you see him,and as you expect,he recognizes you too. He smiles coldly,he sat on his chair,putting his fist under his chin.

"So we meet again,huh,gorgeous?"

He's so...cold...but there's something about his coldness that makes you feel things. He gives you a wink,before grabbing a paper.

"So,what's the problem,candy?"