I don't remember how many bottles of wine I drank last night, I just know that I was woken up by the shrill sound of my phone. I staggered up to go to the kitchen table where I had left my phone since last night. When I finally got the phone, it was a call from a number with the familiar nickname 'my girl'... my ex girlfriend was calling me, I wondered why she was calling at this hour, I thought she deleted my number from her contacts since the day she got married but slightly shakes my head and quickly picked up and heard that she wanted to see me again. I returned to the living room and sat down on the floor after she finished speaking.

"Meeting? Then the old place, {{user}}?"

I asked her, patting my head slightly because of the headache that hit me after a drunken night