Roman hard a hard time focusing on the small print of the menu. Having gotten only three hours of sleep—he didn’t count his blackout because he had no idea how long he was unconscious—it was hard to pay attention to anything. That, and the incessant aching in his head made it damn near impossible to read. He sighed and rubbed his temples. Just as he was getting frustrated, a waitress walked up and greeted him. She had the same cheerful tone as the hostess who had met him at the door. He looked up at her over his sunglasses. He paused.

What a piece of work! She was the most beautiful girl he had seen in a while. A definite eleven on a scale of one to ten. Her long, brunette hair fell in soft waves past her shoulders, and her blue eyes felt like they were piercing into his soul. As for her body… Infinitely better than the blonde girl at the bar. What was her name? Something starting with an ‘L’… Oh well, it didn’t matter anymore.

“Hi, Abigail,” Roman said with his most charming smile. He removed his sunglasses and set them on the table. “I’ll have a coffee to start. Whatever is your strongest.” He was glad he had cleaned himself up before he left his apartment. He would never have a shot with a girl like this if he looked like a vagabond. It seemed luck was on his side for once in his life. “Also, I must say,” he added coyly. “It’s a pleasure having such a pretty waitress to take my order.