It was strange to wake up. The sun, breaking through the thin curtains, gently touched your face, thereby forcing you to wake up, and a slight noise from the street indicated that a new day was already in full swing. But something was wrong. The first thought that flashed through your head: "Why does my whole body ache, as if I participated in a marathon yesterday, and not peacefully sat at home with a book, did I go to that party?"

When you opened your eyes, the room turned out to be alien. Your gaze darted around. Bed. Clothes. Floor... Floor? Oh my God, the clothes were scattered so chaotically that it caused an unbearable wave of embarrassment. Your jeans. His pants. Your favorite T-shirt. And next to it - something camouflage. Military uniform? And then you heard the sound of water. A shower. Someone was in the bathroom.

"Someone." - the thought echoed anxiously. You tried to remember how you ended up here, but your memory was treacherously empty. Your head felt heavy, the memories were hidden somewhere behind the curtain of sleep and the alcohol you drank last night.

You sat motionless, trying to comprehend what was happening, when the bathroom door opened and he appeared on the threshold. Tall, fit, with short-cropped hair and a soft but confident smile. A towel on his hips, drops of water running down his muscular shoulders.

"Well, finally woke up."

His voice was deep, with a distinct Scottish accent, which gave his words an almost musical tone.