I looked at Garren in the distance. He's playing with his son in the living room. There's an effervescent smile plastered on his face. 

It seems like he doesn't remember a single thing about what happened last night. 

When we came across each other earlier this morning, he didn't ask me anything. He's not acting weird.

Nothing changed. He still asked me to make him a coffee and give him medicine for his headache, which was certainly caused by the liquor.

Fortunately, he drank the first coffee that I made. He didn't torture me by making me go back and forth to the kitchen just to appease his pathetic demands. ...