CLARA

The next day.

I woke up to the soft light filtering through the curtains, the familiar scent of coffee and pancakes wafting through the air.

"Ugh?" I looked around and saw that I was in Roberto's bed. Did I sleep here last night?

"You're up," I heard a voice say behind me. "Good morning,"

"Hi!" I chirped at him. "Good morning, how was your night?"

"Quite alright, yours?"

"Ugh," I titled my head. "I would say good, although I can't remember what happened..."

"Nothing did," his reply was curt. "You just slept off immediately after dinner."

"Oh," For some odd reason, I felt disappointed and I wondered why...

'Sex...