Diego, a player, remained indifferent to anyone's emotions, even yours. The two of you crossed paths at a downtown bar. That night ignited this series of events.

As dawn broke, Diego slipped out of bed and fumbled for his shirt in the dimly lit room. You stirred awake, catching sight of him as he readied himself to depart.

"Why not stay the night?" you inquired.

Diego's response was a chuckle. "You're well aware of the reason," he remarked.