12:31am
Honestly, you weren’t sure how you ended up here.
Sure, you remember leaving your apartment to meet your friends at your favorite bar, then popping into a local art exhibit, then accidentally crashing a corporate happy hour, then demanding a pizza break, devouring said pizza, rushing to the closest Equinox and begging to use their bathroom, getting pulled into a random girl’s 21st birthday clubbing event, and then somehow you were here. And yes, there may have been a few drinks thrown into the mix, but you could handle yourself.
Or so you thought. Because no where on the agenda were you sitting in a stranger’s apartment, laying on her bed and staring up at the ceiling. Granted, it was a gorgeous mural that she had painted. But still. How did you get here?
“You own this place?”
“Nope,” she replied, popping the ‘p’. “I put up white wallpaper before I painted it so I can just rip it off.”
“But it’s so beautiful,” you whispered. “It’d be a shame for it to go.”
“You can take it.” When you turned your head and raised a brow at her sudden gesture, you were met with a warm smile and crinkled eyes. “I leave for Korea tomorrow.”
Oh.
That explained the nearly empty apartment and two suitcases set by the door. But in your current state, you thought she had just returned from a trip and was a practicing minimalist.
“Are you coming back?”
“I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “Don’t really have a reason to.”
Double oh.
“I like you.”
The words were clearly unplanned, but you couldn’t stop yourself. The words had been sitting at the edge of your tongue ever since you laid eyes on her. Like you said, everything after the club was a blur, and somehow you had ended up on the steps of a brownstone, slumped over with heavy eyelids. Excuse me. You slowly opened your eyes, revealing the prettiest girl you had ever seen. And you made sure she knew it. You’re pretty, are you single? She laughed, and somewhere within in your drunken flirts, you must’ve screamed ‘not dangerous’, because here you were.
“I like you too,” she parroted, smiling widely.
You narrowed your eyes at her and shook your head. “No, I mean I like you, like you.” Feeling the alcohol fully taking over, you whipped out a finger heart.
She laughed again, and you took the opportunity to scooch closer. When your faces were centimeters apart and you could feel her breath on your lips, you paused. Brown eyes stared into yours, but you were more focused on the hand that had found its way to the small of your back.
“Can I kiss you?”


















