Chapter 14. The Morning After

Ever since that day, I felt like I had been living a dream.

That night, Nathan — “Call me Nathan, okay?” he told me with a smile — and I exchanged phone numbers. He told me that he would contact me tomorrow when I was sober so that we could talk about the terms and conditions of this arrangement.

He even asked if I wanted there to be a contract, but I felt that a contract was a little too formal for my taste just yet, so I responded by saying that I would try this out for a week first.

He nodded in understanding and escorted me to the bus stop, watching as I got on. When I returned home, I texted him that I arrived safely, to which he replied that he was glad I remembered to inform him since he was worried.

It all felt so foreign to me. I couldn’t believe that I had just impulsively agreed to a friendship agreement — rather, a transactional relationship — with some stranger in exchange for money.

Even if that stranger was the same man who rescued me a c