The girl was suspended from the ceiling. She was panting. A multitude of red eyes glaring; Judging her. She wanted that, right? But why is she crying?

I woke up in my bed. Flashes of the party still ran through my pulsating head. A blinding light came from between the curtains. I put my hand in my face and there was a piece of paper stuck to it.

'Good morning Bibi! you had a little too much fun yesterday, but it was fun nonetheless. Txt me when you wake XOXO.' I ruined the party. I ruined that guy's night. I'm the worst.

There was a constant annoying ring on the back of my head. As I picked up the phone, it shot me with a glare. The screen was in the brightest setting. I squinted to look at it, even in the lowest setting.

It was 7:38... I was super late! I took a bath in the dark. The sharp cold water running through my back had me staying a little longer. My arms struggled to extend themselves while entering the blazer. By the end, I was sitting on the bus, following my automatic routine. The only difference was the 2 aspirins I took before leaving.

The bus was unusually empty. But I was also late, 2 hours. I'm always the first to get into the building, even earlier than the shift of security some days. I enjoy leaving everything organized for when people get there. And having the office to myself before everyone arrives is an added bonus.

Avoiding any lights, even my phone, I left the bus with shades on. But the smell of coffee grabbed me. There was a little café shop right across from the subway. I never noticed that.

'I'm already late. How bad would it be if I stopped to have some coffee?' I thought, already entering the shop. My nose filled with the aroma of fresh brews. The chatter from the people sitting at the tables, coupled with the sound of a guy typing away in their notebook, made for a nice and cozy atmosphere. And the best part was, there was no line. I have to come back here more often.

"Welcome to Sweet temptation, what can I do for you today?" The barista said, with a soft voice.

That's when I caught the glimpse of red in his eyes. My face flushed instantly, and I turned my face down.

"Do you guys have pumpkin spice latte?" I said, almost whispering. Hoping he didn't recognize me. But in the corner of my eyes, his smile got wider.

"Abbie? Is that you?" He asked, leaning in.

"I apologize." I said, not even looking at him yet, but trying to remember what he looked like yesterday. I remembered his almond eyes, his full lips. The way that dimples showed when he smiled.

"What?"

"I apologize for yesterday." I lifted my head. He was smiling, there were no dimples. "For what happened at the party. I was not in my right mind."

"Wow! You don't need to apologize. You were the life of the party."

"Well, I threw up on you so, I'm sorry." I said, maybe more angry than apologetic. "Now can I have my coffee please... I'm late for work."

"Right. Pumpkin spice latte. It's not on the menu yet, but I'll see what I can do for you." He said, leaning in. He went to the back. I went to the tables.

I sat in the corner. The aspirins seemed to have taken effect. My headache was calmer. It was still present, but it didn't shine as much. Maybe the embarrassment overshadowed it. Picking up my phone, for the first time since I left home, to text Lily. And I noticed, today is Saturday...

I'm never drinking again. I texted Lily.

Maybe you shouldn't. Hahaha. She answered back instantly, to my surprise. How u feeling?

X(

come on, it wasn't that bad.

Not that bad? From what I remember, and it isn't much, it was awful.

Nah, you were like a dancing menace. They didn't even know what hit them.

I'm never dancing again. XC

I think you should. You need the practice. :P

You don't even know the worst part yet... When I finished sending the text.

"Abbie." I heard my name.

As I got the coffee, his hands touched mine. He lingered on letting the cup go, making me look at his eyes. I paid for it and put a 20 dollar bill in the tip jar.

"Oh, I need to get puked on more often, I see.". He said.

"Shut up!" I turned around, leaving the shop.

"Hey," He called me, making me look back again. Across his cheeks, the dimples were there again. "It was nice meeting you."

I'm NEVER coming back here again.