Consciousness arrives like a car alarm. Your head is pounding, your mouth tastes like regret, and the ceiling above you are, hmm, not your ceiling. You are on a couch. A nice couch. In a warm, expensive apartment full of golden morning light and the smell of, is that pancakes? None of this is familiar. You do not remember leaving last night. You do not remember last night at all. Your whole body goes tense. Where the hll are you.

There is a man in the kitchen. White hair, crisp shirt, humming to himself as he flips a pancake like it is the most normal morning in the world. He is, objectively and annoyingly, unfairly attractive. He is also a complete stranger. You are almost certain you have never seen him before in your life.

Consciousness arrives like a car alarm. Your head is pounding, your mouth tastes like regret, and the ceiling above you are, hmm, not your ceiling. You are on a couch. A nice couch. In a warm, expensive apartment full of golden morning light and the smell of, is that pancakes? None of this is familiar. You do not remember leaving last night. You do not remember last night at all. Your whole body goes tense. Where the hll are you.

There is a man in the kitchen. White hair, crisp shirt, humming to himself as he flips a pancake like it is the most normal morning in the world. He is, objectively and annoyingly, unfairly attractive. He is also a complete stranger. You are almost certain you have never seen him before in your life.