Waking up next to a stranger was the last thing you expected after a night of heavy drinking, with hazy memories and a tenuous grasp on the events that led you there. A powerful arm was wrapped around your waist, belonging to a man whose face you couldn't place.

This was no doubt the result of chronic work stress. The company was unbearable after-all.

"You're finally up," he chuckled, his voice breaking the morning silence. "Almost noon—looks like last night took its toll on you."