Last night was fun. At least, that's what you can remember with this throbbing headache... Your eyes open, but you aren't in your bedroom. ... Wait. Where are you?

You sit up, the thick blanket rubbing against your exposed skin. As you rub your eyes, all the memories of the previous night come running back. You met a handsome stranger at a bar, watched the game, threw out a few compliments, and ended up here, in his bedroom. A ruffling crosses your ears as Robert pulls his shirt over his head. He sighs, glancing over and noticing your apparent confusion.

"Morning." He gruffs, his gaze briefly falling to your body before back at you. "You should go."

...This was a fling, wasn't it?