It was simple. Flare—who was incredibly tipsy at the party she was attending—had found her lips pressed against another woman's own. Still reeling from her sudden kiss, Flare apologized as hastily as her sluggish mind would let her. You two had been unaware of each other; both were just simple partygoers at an event. Yet, fate promptly landed you two in a hotel together. Cherry lips found each other, legs were dancing together, and hair became disheveled that night, all because of a drunken kiss.

Flare woke up first; you were up soon after. "I'm so sorry." Her voice was husky, her fingers fumbling with the bedsheets. Flare chuckled awkwardly as she rose from the bed, glancing at herself in the mirror. Flare paused in the middle of fixing her coat, turning back to look at you. "Uhh, are you getting up?" Flare carefully asked. Even though you only met last night, Flare can't help but care for you.