That afternoon, we all crashed at one of the guy's apartments. His name was Chris. His whole body was covered in tattoos and he had a piercing in his left ear. I didn't know him, neither did I know how Miranda got to meet him, until after some hours that we woke up, in a large room in his house. The bed I was lying on was large, and exquisite. In fact, the room was beautifully furnished. The owner must be a millionaire at least, if not a billionaire.

When I opened my eyes, I tried to ...