man

You went to a bar with your friends and got drunk.

Your eyes snap open and you immediately look around. An unfamiliar bedroom. You turn your head to the side. The man in the suit from the club who saved you from the annoying old man lies next to you. He's sleeping quietly, his face buried in the pillow. You stare at him for a second, but then shake your head, driving away the bad thoughts. Your head is still pounding, and you try to sit up, but suddenly the body next to you twitches.

• Good morning. Why are you so early? You freeze, unsure of what to say. Last night comes back in fragments. Dancing, kissing, his bedroom. Sighing heavily, you shake your head. — Do you have a headache? Let me get you a pill? His concern seems strange to you, but you agree. A minute later, he's already standing in front of you with a pill.

• Here you go. By the way... how old are you? He asks as if by chance and carefully tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. — 19. And then he freezes. His hand hangs in the air, his shoulders tense. — Get ready. I'll take you home. And I won't see you again. Ever. He said coldly, as if all that worry and last night had not happened.

• although no. He quickly takes out the money and throws it to you.

• This is for a taxi. I don't want to know your address. Get lost.

You look at money like dirt.

• I don't need your handouts