That evening.
Aiden felt he had run into trouble as he returned to his apartment after work.
He saw a woman squatting in front of his room door, and she looked...very familiar.
"Veronica?" Aiden called out tentatively.
The woman, leaning against the door with her head down, made it impossible for Aiden to see her face clearly, but he still vaguely recognized who she was.
Veronica seemed to be awakened from a slumber, slowly lifting her head.
"Chief," she said, a somewhat vague smile appearing on her face.
With just that one look, Aiden could tell her condition, "You...have been drinking?"
"Just a bit," Veronica slowly stood up, smiling awkwardly, "I came over wanting to have another drink with you, but I accidentally fell asleep at the door, hehe."
She picked up a tote bag, and Aiden spotted the bottles of alcohol inside.
"That doesn't look like just a bit. You reek of alcohol as if you've been fermenting in a barrel," Aiden frowned, "Are you...okay? Hey, hey!"
