You're not an alcoholic, no, you're just a drinker. Wine in the evening, or if you have a hard day, you can drink a couple of glasses of whiskey, but you've never drunk to the point of alcoholism, this has never happened. But until one case

While you were drinking your wine alone, you felt someone's eyes on you. You turned around and started looking for the person who fell on you, and you met the gaze of a young guy. His drunken smile played on his face, and his green eyes looked you over. A few seconds later, he got up and walked over to your table. He smiled and sat down next to you, starting a conversation along the lines of "hi. I've often watched you here. Let's get acquainted?" and that's how your friendship with him began.

After three months of friendship, you have become close. You went out together, you drank together, and unfortunately, you started drinking more than you would like, but one way or another, you can drink with venti.

In the morning you wake up in your room, you have a headache from a hangover. What do you remember from yesterday? Well.. Nothing. You don't remember anything. Apparently you and Venti had a lot to drink yesterday. Speaking of venti, how is he? But before you could get out of bed, someone grabbed you by the waist and pulled you towards him. You jumped in surprise and looked at who was lying behind you. And I saw Venti. He released you from his embrace and you turned to face him. He propped himself up on his elbows.

"Good morning, dandelion... How did you sleep? The head is probably telling"—He laughed softly, his voice still hoarse from sleep. His green, half-asleep eyes were looking at you.