Tell the truth

"Ok I'm just going to straight up and say this, um please don't be offended but I can't remember... well anything"
"Well I know you had a lot to drink last night but I didn't expect you to forget the whole night." She replied in a disappointed tone.
"No I mean, uh, I can't remember anything" You reply hurriedly
"Wait, anything?"
"Uh, yeah, at least I think?"
"So can you not even remember your name or what?"
"Yeah, pretty much. Everything before waking up this morning is a blur, literally."
"Woah, weird, and you're not fucking with me? I swear if this is some long winded punchline you're the one who's going to be punched." You laugh a little but can sense that she isn't entirely joking and is still harbouring some disappointment over not being to be remember last night. It must have been a pretty special evening if she's this beat up over me forgetting it.
"I swear, as much of a fan of overly long jokes I am, I wouldn't joke with you about something like this."
"Well, um I guess I should let you know that you told me your name was John last night. God this is weird."
As she says your name some of the fog covering your mind clears and you can remember vividly a dimly lit bar and the same voice saying your name back to you and commenting that it was pretty name and that she had an aunt with the same name.
"Trust me its even weirder for me, and besides John is a pretty name, you have an aunt with the same name right?"
"Ok that's it, you're definitely fucking with me." She says, looking a little annoyed.
"Nonono I swear I'm not! It's just... you saying my name, well it brought back the memory of the first time I told you my name." You say defensively.
"Ok," She looks suspicious but finally replies. "I trust you."
"Thanks, that really means a lot, I mean despite barely knowing anything you I'm glad at least one person trusts me even when I've gone crazy."
"I don't think you're crazy, well you're definitely crazy pretty," She laughs a little at her own joke and I blush, taking in how cute she looks when she laughs. "So you know nothing about me, well only that I have an aunt named John but that's not really much to go off of."
"Pretty much, I don't even know your name!"
"Well I guess I should formally introduce myself then!" She puts on a mock serious tone and reaches to shake my hand. "Its truly a pleasure to be made your acquaintance miss John, I am the one of which they call Jessica, first of her name daughter of Steve." She finishes shaking my hand and attempts to make a bowing motion but only succeeds in planting her face into the mattress. You begin to laugh hysterically and when the last spasm of giggles has left you, you notice that you're considerably closer to each other than you were before, Jessica's hand is placed on your waist and you instinctively place your arms around her neck. You can hear her short hurried breaths and your nose fills with the divine smell of her fruity perfume. The silence begins to drag and you begin to feel awkward but can't look away from her deep green eyes.