Call Me Sometime
It was a few hours past dawn when Histoire's eyes opened wide. Disorientated, she glanced down at the bed covers, and, hopeful that the drink she shared with Sosha did not result in an unfavorable outcome, raised them to see that she had on a night dress. Sighing in relief, she threw her head back down on the pillow. There was no cause for unnecessary concern because she had not been intoxicated when she went to sleep. She recalled staying awake for an hour or so with Sosha, then he left after the unceremonious conversation. She immediately went to sleep afterwards.