The Date Planner

2. 6. 2. Disaster

Next morning I wake up to the sound of birds chirping.

Peering open my eyes, I come face-to-face with a bird cage that I'm definitely sure wasn't mine.

I pull back just in time before one of the birds in the cage, jump over to my side and peck my nose.

If the pounding in my head's any indication, I know I've done something I'm going to regret.

Sitting up I realize I'm in a sort of a studio apartment. With tall windows behind the bed I'm sitting on. A slanted ceiling closing in front of me and immense sunlight shining on my back.

That makes me realize, I'm not wearing a shirt. Wooden flooring but nothing else in the room except for the birds, the bed and two nightstands beside it.

I walk towards the only door in the room and open it. It's an open space. Tall ceilings and an open kitchen, in an open living room and paintings on every freaking wall that's visible in sight.

What on God's earth is this place?

That's when I spot her. Olivia Gomez. The potential date, sitting on the kitchen island, sipping her coffee in an oversized shirt.

"Is that mine?", I ask her stupidly.

She shakes her head at that. I scratch my jaw in tension.

"Did we sleep together?", I ask, blatantly because I'm not trying to make an impression.

And I don't want her as my date no matter what she looks like.

"Nope", she pipes in from above her cup.

Then raises her brows at me when I look at her too long.

I roll my eyes at that.

I don't have time for this.

I go over to her island and help myself to a cup of coffee as she leans over the counter with a her back to it. She studies me, not even hiding it.

"You passed out", she whispers as she looks away, sipping at her coffee.

"What?", I stop to look at her.

She gives me a deadpanned look as she looks at me again this time.

"You got shit-faced at the club and passed out. I brought your ass back to my apartment because I had no idea where you lived", she emphasizes in a just-to-be-clear kind of way.

Oh shit. That's one way to put it but I guess I could use one right now.

"Sorry", I groan as a growing headache follows through.

Resuming to my coffee, I try to ignore her but it's near impossible when she's so blatant about it.

"Why did you bring me back to your apartment? You could've left me on the sidewalk for all you cared", I pour my now ready coffee into a cup.

"You kept moaning about how you're sucha terrible person. I pitied you. Isn't that enough?", she shrugs.

Oh dear, lord. I'm in for one. She's too blunt. More than her personality suggests.

"Thank you"

Turning around, I mirror her actions and start sipping my coffee.

"Who's Jesse?", she asks abruptly.

I almost spit my coffee out.

"What?", I let out in surprise.

"You kept murmuring her name in your sleep", she mutters.