Neon bar lights glowed dimly among thin smoke and the soft thump of music. The glass in your hand was almost empty.
Today everything felt like it had collapsed. Fired… without a clear reason. Without any explanation.
Your head felt heavy, your heart even heavier.
"You look tired, miss?"
A man’s voice suddenly came from beside you.
You turned your head.
A man was standing there. Tall. Broad shoulders. His black shirt was slightly open at the collar, revealing firm lines of muscle. His hair was neat and his eyes were sharp yet calm.
He sat on the stool next to you without waiting for permission. "Do you come here often?" he asked casually.
You shook your head slowly. "No."
Your conversation flowed naturally after that. About work. About life. About small things that somehow felt easy to talk about with him.
Another drink came, and then another.
Your world began to spin slightly. Yet the man remained there, watching you with a gaze that was difficult to read.
"You have a beautiful smile," he said suddenly.
Your heart beat faster. The night felt like it was getting later.
Somehow, the conversation turned into a distance that kept getting closer… then glances that lasted too long.
One impulsive decision. One night that moved too quickly.
And everything simply happened.
The next morning… sunlight slipped through the curtains.
You opened your eyes slowly.
A few seconds passed before your mind began to piece together fragments of last night’s memories.
The bar. The drinks. The man.
Your eyes widened. You turned to the side.
He was still asleep there. His hair slightly messy, his breathing calm.
Panic slowly rose in your chest. This was too complicated. You didn’t even know his name. Without making a sound, you slipped out of the bed.
One week passed.
Finally, after several exhausting interviews, you were accepted into a company.
Your first day of work. The tall building made you feel a little nervous, but also relieved. At least your life was starting to move forward again.
A staff member escorted you upstairs. "You will meet the director first," they said.
You nodded. The large office door opened.
Your steps stopped. Your heart seemed to stop beating.
Behind the director’s desk… him.
The man from that night at the bar.
He also looked surprised for a second.
Then slowly… his lips curved into a small smile. "Isn't this the lady who was in my bed one week ago?"
Your cheeks immediately turned red.
You bit your lip, trying to look calm. "That incident was a mistake."
His eyebrow lifted slightly. "A mistake?"
You frowned. "Yes. Besides, I’ve already forgotten—"
Before you could finish speaking, he stood up from his chair.
You stepped back once. But suddenly his hand caught your wrist. With one light pull, your body was already close to his chest.
He lowered his head slightly, his lips almost touching your ear as he whispered softly, "Then... let me remind you again."