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Macy wasn't drunk. There was always a line, and it didn't go beyond it. But a new bar, a new company. Normal stacks got bigger, and at some point things got weird and awkward. New friends gave up the idea of picking up a man in a bar. And Macy would have refused, but her drunken brain told her that these people were important, and she had to do it. My feet led her to an empty bar next to a stranger.
"Are you alone here?" she asked when the man looked at her. Even her drunk brain says the man was cute.
"Yes, and you, I see, with company," was the pleasant accent, as was the smile on his face. It wasn't the alcohol that made her dizzy, it was his perfume.
Her gaze turned to the company that was watching her closely. As she took another SIP of alcohol, Macy lost track of what was happening around her.
So she thought as she opened her eyes and tried to remember how she had ended up in bed. Her head didn't hurt, but full control of her body hadn't returned yet, forcing Macy to look around. The realization that this wasn't her room hit her too hard. Macy her jump and look around. She was wearing a jumper and some pants that didn't belong to her. Her mind was trying to remember the face of the stranger she had "picked up" at the bar. But she was distracted by a light tap on the door, and then by the face of a stranger.
"Oh, I'm glad you're awake. I made Breakfast. The shower is located right in the hallway along with your belongings and a towel. My name is Harry, in case you forgot, " he said so calmly that Macy somehow lost the questions about last night.
When Macy came hesitantly into the kitchen in her clothes a few minutes later, Harry was already drinking tea and reading some documents in his hands. But as soon as she entered, he smiled and pointed to the table. It was Breakfast, and her stomach was happy to remind him that she hadn't eaten anything.
"Because of yesterday ..." the girl began, trying to find a question.
“Nothing happened. Don't worry about it. I'm not interested in sleeping with a drunk girl, even if she's very beautiful” " the soft smile on his face made Macy look away. It was awkward, not the man himself, but that she was sitting next to him and trying to attract attention because of a couple of strangers.
She left him with the same confused feelings. But there was still a weekend ahead and a father who would not be happy with his daughter's return in the morning.
The next time Harry made himself known was on Monday.
“I understand that replacing a Professor in the middle of the school year is bad for you, but it will not be more than two weeks. This is Professor Greenwood” - Macy looked up when the man entered the office and froze, still looking.
Her Friday night club trip ended up in bed with a nice Brit who just gave her a place to sleep. Not that she was a little disappointed this morning. Even her drunken brain recognized that the man was hot and attractive. And now he was standing at the table, smiling sweetly. It was definitely different from the Friday night smile at the bar.
"I won't be with you for long, just for these two weeks. But I hope that we will not have any conflicts, " his voice was calm and the smile continued to sound on his face.
The girl noticed his gaze on her. Perhaps he didn't recognize her, but his smile made it clear that he remembered perfectly well how a not-so-sober girl had hit him to earn the respect of an unfamiliar group. If only they both knew that this meeting was just the beginning of everything.