Nothing I don't already know

Once I'm on Sila's profile, I snoop on her recent activity. That's where I see multiple likes for a story called 'Seducing the Straight Girls'. Guess that doesn't tell me anything all that new. Hearing Sila moan my name was enough confirmation for me. Maybe she thinks I'm straight, which means I may just have a confession for her.

There isn't much more activity here, and going further down this rabbit hole may have me repeating what Sila did yesterday. Maybe I should check on her. As soon as I enter her room, I'm met by her groaning.

"Ahh... My heaaad." She begins to sit up.

"Steady now."

After a defeated sigh, Sila lays down on her back. "What happened?"

"You got wasted."

"Shit... Sorry."

"Oh don't be sorry. You had a good time and that's what matters."

Sila then looks down at her red shirt, noticing the darker shades that stain it. "Is this blood?"

"You copped a bloody nose, but you're okay."

"Right..."

"Get some more rest. I'll grab you a glass of water and an Advil."

I leave Sila in peace to grab what she needs. Back in her room, I say "Here."

"Thanks Roxy." Once she swallows the pill, Sila gulps down some water. "So what time is it?"

"About 10. Why's that?"

"Nothing. Just wanna know."

"You don't have work?"

Sila shakes her head. "No."

"Cool. I'll leave you to rest. Go steady on the water."

"That from experience?"

Smiling, I say "Trust me, you're in good hands. I'll be here if you need anything."

"Good to know."

With Sila resting, I decide to stick around and whip out my sketchbook. In the living room, I plug some headphones in and sketch the photo of Sila I took. It's hard to picture the bold, confident Sila that came out last night, so putting it to picture makes perfect sense. Once my picture is complete, I continue with the rest of my day, waiting for Sila to make an appearance.