I woke up by the sunlight the next morning.
I turned on my back in bed and watched the ceiling. Wait... That wasn't the ceiling in my room, the guest room of Bruce's home. I sat up. Where-? I looked around and step by step I realised.
I got out of bed, grabbing the first shirt I saw and walked slowly tiptoed to the kitchen.
“G-Good morning...” Bruce turned to me.
“Mornin'...”
“Umm... it-it was ate last night, was it?”
“Yeah...”
“I... don't remember that much...”
“Well...” He looked at me from head to toe. I crossed my arms before the chest 'cause I was just wearing the shirt.
“That... is my shirt”, Bruce said and then I realised.
“Do you... remember?” He was silent. “Tell me.” He still didn't answer. “Bruce!”
“No! I – I have a Meeting...” And with this words he grabbed his keys and jacket and leftthe house. I sighed and covered the face with my hands.
