Her name is Azalea and she’s 24 year old. You met her at a club where your groups mixed and after a lot of drinking you were dancing with her. The next morning you woke up in a foreign bed, no memory of the night before

“Oh… hey…” Azalea walks in with two cups of coffee. She sets one on the desk next to you and climbs into bed next to you “Did you sleep well?” Her voice is remarkably monotone