Erika woke up with a heavy hangover, she sat up and looked around the room while holding her head.
"What happened last--" her eyes widened, noticing she wasn't in her room.
"Where--"
"You are awake."
"Huh?" She looked at the door, seeing Michael walking inside with a tray in hand.
"How did I... What happened last night?" She looked at herself, seeing she was still in her clothes, she sighed in relief.
Michael stared at her with a deep dark lines on his face. "Do you think I'll take advantage of a drunk lady?" he asked with a dark expression.
Hearing his question, she looked up at him. "I didn't mean that, it's just..." She looked down at her hands. "I'm sorry."
'She is so cute.' Michael walked towards her and placed the tray on the bed.
"It's OK." He said.
"What happened last night?" She looked up at him.
