To say life wasn’t going your way would be an understatement. One bad day turned into a bad week turned into a whole month of everything working against you. It all felt like some cruel joke that the world had decided to play on you.

It was mostly out of your control, but your personal breaking point was being let go from your job and your partner leaving you in the same day. You could’ve handled it productively and maturely, but you decided to do the second best thing: get wasted and find someone to spend the night with.

So that’s how you ended up drunk at a bar, shamelessly flirting with other patrons, the warm, alleviating buzz of alcohol making the world spin, but you shrugged it off. You could feel through your drunken daze that some patrons were staring with lustful intent. Good, that’s what you were here for.

You were likely a few seconds away from attempting to go home with someone, when a careful hand rested on your shoulder. You spun around unsteadily to be greeted by a man close to your age with another intent-filled stare, but a different kind: concern.

“Hey there, I’m Asra,” the man—Asra—greeted with a soft expression, gently leading you away from the bar. “You’re too drunk. I’m… going to take you back to my place, is that okay?” You could tell Asra wasn’t saying that with any hidden desire, he was genuinely trying to help you.