Blinding light streaming through the blinds and into her eyes woke her first. Followed by flashbacks from the night before that leaked, unwanted, into her memory. The bar. The tequila.

The guy.

A slight movement in the bed next to her caused her eyes to open wider, her nerves jumped. Instinctively, she grabbed the sheets closer to her, aware of her lack of clothing, and she climbed – or more like fell – out of the bed.

He looked up at her, his sleep disturbed from the loss of bed covers and the sound of her getting out the bed. She watched him carefully, blinking through the sleep in his eyes, followed by a grumble that could be mistaken for a greeting of some sort. Her eyes flashed to the alarm clock beside him. 06:43. Crap.

Her gaze assessed her unfamiliar surroundings. Open plan, modern, big windows. Definitely an apartment. She looked over to the window. Definitely an apartment. This was not where she was supposed to be. This was not where she normally woke up. Her gaze drifted towards the couch, remembering the night before. The slight pounding in her head confirming her thoughts. Lots of tequila. She had lost that patient…

"I... I have to go," she breathed as her brain finally started to wake. Quickly, conscious of the time, she found her clothes from the night before, her bag. Still clutching the sheets to her body.
"Do you have to, though?" the stranger – no, the guy from the bar, responded in an attempt to relive the night's activities, "I've still got some time, you know… more tricks up myself sleeve," he announced with a smirk on his lips.

More memories flooded in from those activities. His tricks. She hesitated slightly, almost convinced to drop her things and fall back into the bed, if not for the sound of her phone's alarm coming from her bag.

"No, I mean, yes, I do have to," she said, making her way towards where she could see the adjoining bathroom, "I need to be at work in..." she glanced over to the alarm clock, "in less than an hour! Crap," the last part said more to herself. She let the sheet drop to the floor as she darted into the previously identified bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her, aware of her racing heartbeat.

She looked up at the mirror above the sink. She needed a shower. Not here. Where even was here? Rushing, she dressed herself. Shoes…? Front door. She reached into her bag, aware of the alarm still going off. Silencing it, she checked for missed messages. Just one. She'd deal with that later. A knock on the door as she used the hair tie on her wrist to somewhat tame her bed head has her rolling her eyes.

She opened the door. In front of her, stood the guy. Not dressed. With great willpower, she kept her eyes looking up, "I really need to go, uhm…" she looked into her eyes, this would be the part she doesn't remember. Typical.

"Derek," he grinned, confidence radiating as he stepped to the side, "do I at least get a number?"
She didn't normally give that. They didn't normally ask, though.

She slipped past him, eyes taking in her surroundings once again, landing on a pen and pile of post-its lay on the counter of what she assumed to be the kitchen area. She could feel his eyes on her as she went over and grabbed the pen, simply writing her number there on the top post-it, "now I really have to go," she turned back to him with a small smile, noting that he had managed to half dress himself. Looking over to the door of the apartment she spotted her shoes. Great. Putting them on she grabbed her phone again from her bag, ordering herself an uber. Thank god for GPS.

"I'll call you, then," she heard his voice, much closer than before. Her breath hitched when she looked up and realised just how much closer he was. Right behind her. His hand pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear she hadn't even noticed had come loose. His lips connected with hers, only lightly, surprisingly easing her nerves somewhat.

"Texting, uhm texting is better," she managed to say as their lips parted. At the questioning look on his face she expanded slightly, "I rarely answer the phone, texting is easier."

"Okay, I'll text you later, then," he winked, earning a small laugh from her, "I won't keep you," he said as he took a step back, hearing her phone confirm that her uber had arrived. He watched as she quickly gathered herself and left his apartment. The closing of the door popped the bubble he felt his mind in, and he too became wary of the time. His eyes flitted to the clock on the wall. 07:06. He'd better get a move on, or he too would find himself late for work.

On his first day.