Dawn came in the blink of an eye. Simon stirred in bed, the weight in his head pressing down on him. He groaned, scrunching up his face as he sat up.

He looked around the room and realized he was home. The only thing Simon could remember was going for drinks with his colleagues… and then the restroom.

“Oh no!” he shouted as the memory of making out with Anna hit him.

“Fuck.” He slammed his fist against the wall, wondering how he could make such a silly mistake.

Glancing at the time only made his mood worse. He was almost late for work. He quickly ran to the bathroom...