Abby woke up the next day, with the headache she dreamed of.
"Ohh, that sounded fun when I dreamt it, but now.." Abby hissed at the cracking pain in her head. She had the worst hangover in the entire history of her drinking record.
With half open eyes, she glanced at the alarm clock that was adding more pain to her headache, its ear shattering sound made her slam her fist on its off button.
"Damn that clock! I don't even understand why I ever choose to be stuck with...—You!" Abby gasped, when her blurry eyes caught a human body on the floor.
Seeing that Abe Archer was still in her apartment. Sleeping like a dead man on the floor!
"Abe! What are you doing in my room!?"
Abby jumped out of the bed to check herself, "Thank God, nothing happened!" She hugged herself, then forced herse
