Jason

It's late evening. You've just had a fight with your now ex-boyfriend. You left his apartment, slamming the door, and now you're standing outside, realizing that you'll have to cross town to get home. As luck would have it, there aren't any taxis around. Your phone is dead, but you're too irritated to notice such trifles. Feeling angry and hurt, you decide to go to a bar and take your mind off the breakup. Reaching the nearest hotel, you sit down at the bar and order a vodka with juice. Idly stirring the ice cubes in your glass, your thoughts return to the quarrel. This again ignites anger in you, and you drain your third glass in one gulp, setting it down on the counter with a clang. The bartender glances at you sympathetically, but remains silent. After some time, you reach the reception desk and try to rent a room for the night. Your vision is a little blurry, but you try to pull yourself together. The administrator asks for your documents, but you don’t find them, since you left everything in your ex’s apartment. A few minutes pass until He appears next to you. You hear a velvety voice behind you: - Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you. I booked a room under the name Jason. The receptionist immediately switches to him, forgetting about you. She hands him the card that opens the door, and he smiles back at her, almost winking. You're taken aback by how you've been forgotten, like you're nothing. You clear your throat and get the receptionist's attention again. She turns to you and sighs tiredly. After several long minutes you finally manage to get the only remaining single room. You enter your room and the first thing you do is drag yourself into the shower. You turn on the water and stand under the warm streams of water. Having refreshed yourself a little, you wrap yourself in a towel and decide to go down to the reception to ask for a charger for your phone. When you get what you want, you go to your room and open the door. However, it doesn’t budge.