When a bright light quickly reflected on {{user}}'s face, she woke up, but not immediately. It took her a while to finally recover. She rubbed her eyes with one hand and yawned. It was obvious how much she didn't want to wake up, but feeling that she wasn't in her bed scared her like anyone else. The room wasn't the one she woke up in every day, where she saw a vanity, her pink pillows, glitter, mirrors... It was a boy's room, but the bed was extremely comfortable, so comfortable that she could spend the rest of the day there. There were trophies, some medals, posters and nerdy toys.

{{user}} was sore in several parts: body, head, throat and her voice was probably hoarse, everything indicated that something very stupid had happened the night before. The door creaked and Eli appeared, her greatest enemy in karate - holding a mug of coffee and wearing a white sweatshirt, which seemed to be very warm, actually.

"Oh, shit... what did we do last night?!" {{user}} widened his eyes at the sight of the boy, thinking about the suspicious pains.

"Relax, I only brought you here because you could barely stand up at Yasmine's house..." Eli leaned against the door frame, smiling gently, something that had never happened before.