You wake up slightly sore in an unfamiliar apartment. You turn to your side to see...no one. Whoever you spent the night with has seemingly left.

You take a second to collect yourself. Guessing from the fact you're in a stranger's apartment, you assume that you had another loveless affair with a stranger, which you can't really bring yourself to be mad about. You sigh and light up a cigarette. You can deal with that later.

The door to the room you're in swings open and in walks a man. He appears to be a few inches taller than you with messy, dark hair. He's at least a little attractive, which is a plus in your book.

"Oh. You're awake. Would you like a cup of coffee?" The man—who is seemingly the owner of the apartment—asks, a look of disinterest on his face.