Vivian continued to stare at the mop of long curly hair sitting at the corner. She watched as he leaned heavily against his seat with his legs stretched out underneath the table. She suddenly had the urge to apologise for her actions last night, figuring he was just a man who was miserable and probably went through horrible situations. She wasn’t the kind of person to judge people directly because of how they look, but last night took her off-guard. It was only right to apologise to him.

Despite hesitation pulling on her nerve, she stood up, brushing the none existence dust on her dress before leaving her seat. Fidgeting with her fingers, she slowly made her way to his table.

What are you doing, Vivian? Stop whatever this is!

A displeased self-conscious was telling her to change her mind. She knew too well that having acquainted with someone would turn into an attachment. Her last involvement with a man wasn't something she got over easily since she couldn't forget him.

Yet, she didn't know what came over her when she suddenly stood at his table and sat on the chair across from him. The drunk man narrowed his eyes as he stared at the girl who randomly invaded his space. His green eyes were slowly widening in shock as he realised that she was the girl he had met last night at the café.

"Why are you here?" The man cautiously asked, eyeing the nervous girl in front of him. He couldn’t help but feel his heartbeat racing at a phenomenal rate.

The girl stared at him with an apologising look before speaking. "I'm so sorry for how I reacted last night. It was so unlike me to do that."

A small yelp of surprise left his lips as he darted back from the table. Once again, he tumbled from his chair and plop to the floor, earning glances from people who were eating. His drunken state instantly left his senses as his realisation grew and grew. Meanwhile, a nervous yet confused Vivian continued to stare at him.

"Is everything okay? Was it something I said?" She asked.

The man frantically looked sideways before nearing the girl again. He leaned his hand on the table, his face closing in the distance with hers, stopping at an appropriate space between them.

"You remember me??" He whisper-shouted.

The question added up to Vivian confusion, but she slowly nodded. "Yes, of course. I mean, we've only met yesterday."

She gave the man with a somewhat shocked expression a small smile. The fact that she had always remembered everyone she crossed path with was the reason to it of course; the man was no exception.

Hearing what Vivian just said made the man's heart beat at an incredibly fast pace. He didn’t know what to feel; he was happy, surprised, confused, and worried. 

Although it felt real, and the girl sitting on his table looked so solid than what he perceived as an illusion, he still couldn't believe it. He started to chuckle. "I thought no amount of alcohol could make me drunk, maybe I hadn't drink that much until today, " he mumbled.

"Go on now. Go back to the back of my mind, " the man added, waving his hand to Vivian to shoo her away.

But Vivian didn't move an inch. Instead, she watched the man with pity. He must be so miserable to be at that state, she thought to herself.

When the waiter came with a refill, the man practically tried to chug it whole. Vivian couldn't bear to watch him waste himself more and pulled the bottle away. While at it, she accidentally touched his hand.

"Listen, you shouldn't be drinking this much-- "

The sudden contact made the man almost fall back from his seat, again. He clasped the back of his hand, registering the little warmth left from the girl's palm. Gone was his denial of her existence, along with the thought of his ability to be drunk.

A sad reality for him; alcohol wouldn't give him any effect. He couldn't even get high. The only thing he could do was lie to himself and pretend.

He cautiously gestured for Vivian’s table who still host her untouched meal. "We need to talk."