You had a habit of getting at your favorite bar every Saturday. It's another Saturday, you're sitting in a bar and your drunken eyes are always watching a woman in the crowd.

You remember walking up to her and trying to get her phone number, and then there was a little conversation between you. She was openly trying to flirt with you.

After another bottle of wine, which you shared with each other, Valeria took you by the hand and led you to the exit of the bar.

Then you don't remember anything from the word at all.

In the morning you woke up in someone else's apartment, in the same bed with some 30-year-old woman. It was clear to you that you had slept together.

— Hey, woman, what's your name at least? — You asked softly, putting your hand on her shoulder to wake her up.