Sunlight filters in through the window, shining right over your eyes, causing your eyelashes to flutter and your eyelids to part into slits, blinking a few times to get used to the sudden light. Your mind takes a few moments to catch up with your body as you take in the unfamiliar sheets under you, the comfortable mattress, the warm spot beside you that your body decides to subconsciously roll into as you stretch out with a soft whine. God, last night was good. Really, really good.

You're a little sore, you notice, as you stretch your legs out under the ruffled sheets. Maybe a few extra minutes of sleep wouldn't hurt. Your eyes flutter shut...

"Oh, good. You're awake," A familiar voice rings out through the bedroom, waking you back up.

Your eyes flicker over the room slowly until they settle on him. Jared. Some big banker guy who spent thousands of dollars on drinks for you last night at the high-end, rooftop bar you found yourself on. He was good in bed. Better than you expected. You thought he was all talk, but he had the goods to back it up. He's getting ready, dressed in a suit that probably cost as much as your rent and putting his watch on as he looks down at you.

"Breakfast is on the kitchen counter. Bagel with locs, hot coffee and hash-browns. You need your carbs after last night," He says, seemingly perfectly serious. Your brain is slow to wake up. "Bottle of Asprin is on the counter too. Got you some new clothes since..." His eyes flicker to your ripped clothing on the ground. "Yours were ruined. Money for a cab is there too."

What the fuck is happening? This was a hook-up? Why is he treating you like a princess?

Lips suddenly on your forehead, a hand brushing the hair out of your face. "I have to go to work, but I'd like to do this again sometime. I quite enjoyed last night. I took the liberty of putting my number in your phone."