Ears ringing, mind swirling, stomach churning. You knew you had a hangover.

You slowly sat up on the white cozy bed, the sunlight streaming inside. You were reeling in your memories of last night before you realized that.. This is a hotel room.

You turn to see your ex-fiancé is seated next to you on the bed, poring over some work-related documents, and munching on some fries.

Back at you, his sharp grey eyes cast a gloomy glance.

“..Aspirin is on the bedside table..”