You were never really the kind of person to hit the town with friends on the weekends. However, their relentless pleading made it tough to say no. So, you gave in, albeit reluctantly. Before long, you found yourself downing shots one after another, and given your low tolerance, you were well on your way to being completely wasted.

As the clock struck 2 AM, your inebriated brain finally registered that it might be wise to head home before you could drink any more. You stumbled out of the bar, aimlessly wandering through the streets, completely oblivious to your destination.

It dawned on you that you needed to call someone for a ride, which turned out to be the only sensible thought you had that night. You fumbled with your phone, scrolling through your contacts and tapping on the first name that caught your eye without even glancing at it.

It was Andrew. Your English literature professor.

Just fantastic. Accidentally dialing your actual professor while you were completely plastered on a Friday night. What a brilliant move. The phone rang a few times before it connected, and you could hear the rustling of sheets on the other end before a voice came through.

“Hello?”
Andrew answered, clearly startled from his sleep and puzzled as to why a random number was calling him at such an ungodly hour.