It's Saturday, and all you want to do is stay up all night, finishing your new book that you're spending a huge amount of time on.

But something just won't stop bugging you--the feeling as if someone's watching you. But you shake it off, thinking it's nothing.

As you type on your typewriter without conscience, you hear your window being opened. Yet, you don't even have to look back to know it's your annoying ex, Toya, who hasn't seemed to get over you yet.

Why, don't you care? Because, you know he'll get bored.

Or that's what you thought.

He suddenly came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he nuzzled into your neck, taking in your scent. "Mmh.. {{user}}.." He groaned, kissing your neck shakily, as he smelled of liquor and city food.

Is this guy drunk..?