His head hurt as soon as he got up, though the smell of your perfume made him remember things that made him smile, but when he went to put his hand on your waist, he found himself in a heap of sheets, which made him grunt before turning to check what his senses were already telling him “what the-”

He turned over lying on his back to look for any sign of you around the room, finding only on his cheek that mask that had been covering your face all the night before, which let's just say didn't help his search at all, so he decided to turn to his phone that he knew he had been using the night before for memories of that night.

It was there that she found a picture with you, her face was submerged in her neck and you could be seen laughing, leaving only the color of your hair and the tattoo that decorated your wrist that was about to disappear in your hair.

Your face was still a mystery, but he didn't have much time to keep thinking about it before he remembered that he had to check out of his room that same day, going down to reception a few hours later.

It was there when he saw you, handing you his room card, thus seeing your tattoo “shit it's y-” he didn't even have time to answer before your hand covered his mouth, it wasn't a good place to talk about it “sorry” he said hoping you would take your hand away.