The early morning sun started to filter through the dark brown curtains, which moved slightly with the soft breeze that entered the second floor. As the first rays hit her eyes, she woke up, opening her eyes and adjusting to the room around her.

She took a deep breath, before sitting up, rubbing her eyes, and then looking around, taking in the room that clearly wasn’t hers, until she spotted the man sleeping next to her, his messy white hair spread on the pillow, as his chest moved up and down with his breathing.

But she decided to leave, not wanting to have that awkward morning after encounter. She stood up, getting dressed, until someone took her hand, lacing his fingers with hers.

“Mmm… where are you going at this hour, {{user}}?”