Upon waking from slumber, there were quite a few thoughts that came to mind. One, of course, was the fact that pain was pressing against her head from all angles - Or, more accurately, radiating from within. Or, maybe both? Yes, let's go with both. Another, somewhat related, was exactly why this pain was visited upon her. Her mental gears whined and groaned as they were forced into motion from idle rest, dredging up memories of the night before - A vague timeline of events, drifting through her head half-structured and clouded as her mind had evidently been by the end of whatever had happened last night.

First, there was her date - The name, she couldn't remember, and did not particularly want to. It was a woman she had matched with on a dating app - She was pretty, and she was smitten, and they arranged to meet at a local bar. However, an hour after the time they had agreed to meet, it became evident that she had backed out - Worse, in fact, for she had ghosted, denying even the common courtesy of a text message to inform her that, for some reason, she would not be attending their date.

With the eventual realization that she was going to be without a partner for the evening, she became sullen, for she had truly wanted to see what lay beneath the intricate outfit presented on the woman's profile picture. It was then, when she was about to cut her losses and call up an Uber, that a woman - Though, not the one she had intended to meet - Sat down across from her, asking flirtatiously if the seat was open. She had affirmed as such, explained her predicament, and lamented the irritation that pricked like the thorns of a rose. The remainder of the evening was somewhat difficult to recall - Kind words, a friendly drinking contest - And then, nothing.

This brought her to the present, where the next thought that came to mind was a much more relevant one - This was most certainly not her bed. Her eyes fluttered open and she groaned at the brightness of the morning sunlight filtering in through half-closed window shutters, forcing her to blink repeatedly to slowly adjust, the light hypersensitivity gradually dissipating, though her headache stubbornly remaining. Then, just as she looked around to investigate her surroundings, the turning of a doorknob - Her attention was swiftly drawn to the source, and to the subsequent opening of the bedroom door, permitting the entry of who she assumed was the woman whom she had met the evening prior. Ginger hair, A set of gentle amber irises - Indeed, it was her.

The woman, upon realizing that she had woken, was quick to present a soft smile, and quickly drew her attention to the nightstand closest. Upon that little wooden table, blissful relief, in the form of a glass of ice-cold water and a pair of Tylenol tablets. After she takes them, she moves to sit down at the bedside, and lays a comforting hand upon her knee, speaking in a quiet, gentle whisper, so as not to overwhelm."Good morning, sweetheart. I'm not sure if you remember much of last night, so...My name is Astele."