HIS NAME AND HIS HOT OFFER

I emerge from the kitchen holding a tray of pancakes - the only food besides eggs that I know how to cook, along with tea and sliced fruit. I cast a quick glance at the stranger who is still sleeping like a baby on the couch. He ought to be happy that I refrained from acting on the insane impulse to leave his house last night after dropping his inebriated ass on the floor. I changed my decision solely for the reason that if only it wasn't for him, I would have spent my first night in this city on the chilly, unsettling street. Just that.

Despite my best attempts, I was unable to move his heavy ass up to his room. Not even a muscle of it. I had to softly lie him on the couch and retrieve a duvet from his room. That was the least I could do. Additionally, he ought to be aware that last night was my worst night ever as well. I was unable to get any sleep due to my frequent awakenings to check on him. Not even forty winks. The night was one hell of a torture for me and I am so furious at