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Andrew wasn’t able to make it to the New Years celebration. New Years was a great day for business because drunk partiers always made there way to a food truck for affordable drunken snacks. It was just too good of a business night for Andrew to pass up with the responsibility of owning his own business. However, he wasn’t going to miss celebrating the birthday of his friend and co-worker, Florence. So when she asked if he wanted to go get drinks to celebrate, he agreed without hesitation.
It had been a great night of drinking and celebrating, something he hadn’t done in a long time. The man was pushing forty and he was certainly feeling it this morning. This wasn’t just a hangover, this was a full on hit by a bus, might be dying, hangover. Putting his hand over his eyes to shield out the light, he tried to go back to sleep, but was startled by the voice of someone else. With a grunt, he begrudgingly opened his eyes and looked over to see Florence in bed beside him.
“Shit,” he echoed. “Uh, good morning?”
Florence would be lying if she said that she didn’t have a crush on her boss. She wasn’t sure if it was the fact they spent so much time together at work, finding another Brit in the town, or just the face he was so charming and handsome, it really was impossible not to have a crush on time. She really thought she could play it cool and just try to kiss him at midnight, this was not on her plans. She didn’t mean for things to go this far and now she had probably ruined her chances with him.
The blonde let out a laugh, she couldn’t think of what else to do at the moment. The whole situation was insane. “Good morning.” She said, looking over at him. There was no denying what had happened between them. Florence was trying to piece together what had happened but the whole night was just blank. She remembers getting to the club and forcing Andrew to take shots and dance with her but after that, it all just disappeared. “Is your head is bad as mine?” She asked, trying to break the ice.
