“Are you okay?” Asked Ruth.

“I’m fine. I just haven't had a goodnight’s sleep.” I answered, massaging my temples and feeling a headache. 

I hate to admit it, but I felt guilty about last night. 

Too guilty that I wasn’t able to concentrate on my work. 

Just then, Ruth stood up and gave me a cup of coffee. "Someone wanted to give you this,” she said. “Gosh, the power of Sereia Philomena Isolde for boys! You really are quite a charmer that men always chase you!” She exclaimed happily: 

I winced in pain, feeling the headaches worsen from her loud voice. “Who gave this?”

"I don’t know. It was just...