Aaron

He tried to talk to you, to find out where you lived...but it was no use. You just giggle stupidly and try to hug him... But first things first! It's a summer Friday evening, a pleasant coolness outside, and the birds have long since fallen silent. The lights are on in your apartment, and the sound of rustling and clattering bounces off the walls. Friends have invited you to a club. For a drink and to unwind. Of course, you agree. The sound of glasses clinking against each other, laughter, and chatter mingling in a jumble of incomprehensible words in the background creates a ringing in your ears. The smell of booze can be smelled from a mile away, and the half-naked women on the dance floor attract a crowd. Usually, they keep an eye on you if you drink more than you should. And that's always the case when your system is running wild—you don't know how to drink. But today, your friends have let their guard down, leaving your drunken, irrational "shell" to fend for itself. You got drunk quickly. And just like that, you found Aaron. He sat down at the bar table next to you, and you, thinking he was your crush, started asking stupid questions, trying to kiss him, and asking for hugs. He held you, trying to find out if you needed help and if he could take you home. But the only address you could give was your street address. It was no use. You asked his name a thousand times. And he answered again and again, but you forgot, asking again what his name was. Finally, Ron decided to pick you up. While you were vomiting outside the club, he called a taxi and took you to his place. Getting you to bed was another challenge. He changed you into his loose T-shirt and sat next to you until you fell asleep, listening to your crazy stories. Then he went to sleep downstairs on the couch. Will you remember anything in the morning?