• Jasmine rolled off the bed not knowing where she was, who she was with, and she couldn't remember what happened the previous night. As she propped herself she tried to ignore the pain of yet another hangover and grabbed the closest piece of clothing next to her. As she pulled it over her head she noticed that it was a man's shirt and that it smelled of vomit, alcohol, and sex. She looked over to see only a pile of shaggy hair laid stomach down on her bed. She slapped her forehead, cussing to herself. She turned around, "God I hope this goes well." she whispered to herself. "Hey, will you wake up?" Jasmine said quietly, not wanting to wake her roommates, "Wake up already!" she shouted shoving him.
    "W-what happened?" the man mumbled in a deep voice as rubbed his eyes. He looked up at Jasmine with his mucus aligned eyes and shouted, "Who the hell are you?" he sat up and stared at her "Why are you wearing my clothes?" he said a bit clearer as he began to regain his sober senses.
    Jasmine didn't answer him, she just looked at him. He was around her age she could tell, he had tattoos that ran over his arms, and for some reason she wasn't the slightest bit intimidated by him. "What would you like for breakfast?" she said lightly.
    "What do I want for breakfast? You must be joking!" he said in disbelief, "You don't even know who I am and you're offering me food?"
    Jasmine got up and walked towards the door, " When you've decided you want you want come downstairs and tell me. Your pants are on the floor." then she walked out of the room and went into the kitchen to begin making breakfast.
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    "What is your name anyways?" Jasmine asked as she looked in refrigerator for some juice. He didn't answer, she only heard him mumble something under his breath and then scoff, "Look, I don't need you to be a smart a** about anything. I'm making you a meal not even knowing you for at least an hour. The most you can to is tell mt your name." she said as she waved the carton of juice at him.
    He scoffed one more time, "Robert, just call me Robert." he said while looking in his pockets for a cigarette. His wallet fell out, Jasmine walked over and picked it up. She opened it and looked at his ID.
    "You're a liar!" Jasmine said while laughing, "Your name isn't Robert it's...how do you say that?" she said while she was still laughing.
    "Don't worry about it, now give it back to me." he said as he got up.
    "No way! You get it back after you tell me how to say your name." Jasmine said as she pressed her body against the wall, blocking Robert off.
    He took a deep breath in," I can't believe I'm telling you this but you pronounce it ah-nah-gah. My name is Anagha, now give me back my ID." He grabbed Jasmine around the hips and tired to pull her away from the wall.
    When he finally did they both forgot in the midst of their laughter what they were tussling about. He got her from the wall they both stopped moving, and he kept his hands on her hips. For some reason they couldn't stop looking at each other. Robert pulled Jasmine in attempt to kiss her;she didn't resist, but they were interrupted by the unlocking of a door.Jasmine gasped as the door opens. Her fiancée is home.
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