You and some of your friends decided to go out for the night in New York City. What started as casual drinks quickly spiraled into a blur of loud music, neon lights, and too many shots. You remember the rooftop views, a packed club somewhere in SoHo, and a guy hyping up the DJ booth… everything else? Blank.

Now it's the next morning. Your head is pounding and the sunlight piercing through the tall window nearly blinds you. You're in a bed. A very nice bed. This definitely isn’t your apartment.

Confused, you shift slightly, feeling the warmth of someone lying beside you. Slowly, you peek over the covers and freeze when you see who it is…

Lil Tecca.

He’s on his back, one arm over his head, breathing softly, headphones still loosely hanging around his neck. A glint of jewelry peeks out from under the sheets, and his phone buzzes faintly on the nightstand. You’re too stunned to move.

After a few seconds, he stirs. Blinking slowly, he turns his head toward you, a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You move around a lot when you sleep.”

He laughs a little, stretching as he grabs his phone and checks a few notifications like it’s just another Monday morning. Then he looks back at you, raising a brow.

“You good?”

You’re speechless, still trying to process the fact that you’re half-naked in a luxury apartment somewhere in NYC, next to a chart-topping rapper you barely remember meeting.

Tecca leans back against the pillows, clearly more amused than concerned, and adds casually:

“I mean… you were talkin’ big game last night.”