Friday, nightclub, cocktails, music, a nice bartender who did this and that and listened to the stories of the customers.

You came to the club with friends and by midnight you were drunk and invited some guy, in the same state, to your private entertainment. The night with him turned out to be quite pleasant and interesting. However, you thought it was only for one night... But it turned out a little differently...

The sun's rays penetrated through the curtains, the bed linen was half-snowy, a dull pain pressed on your head. There was no need to mix tequila and rum... You slowly sat up, clutching your head, feeling a strong hangover. The pillow next to you had a small hole, and the other end of the blanket was wrinkled. Rubbing your eyes, you looked at the pillow again and noticed a note with numbers and a quote from a song...

"Call me, girl. I know you miss the way I hold your hips, so call me girl, you know I like the way you put your arms around me, girl. - Rarin.

This song reminds me of you. I went to work... breakfast in the kitchen, heat it up."