The next day

Mireille woke up to the rays of the sun shining on her face. She grumbled, rubbing her eyes with the back of her palm.

"Haven't had enough sleep?" She heard the familiar deep voice question and Mireille felt her heart skip a beat.

She took her hand off her face and looked at him. He was standing by the curtains, dressed and all ready for work, certainly.

Staring at him, Mireille felt the memories of the previous night flooding her brain. The alcohol in ...