Jerome indeed had a low tolerance for alcohol, but he wasn't the type to get drunk after half a glass of beer.
Yesterday's state was seven parts tipsy and three parts intentional.
In the morning, Jerome sat on the bed, absentmindedly touching his lips, his face still adorned with a blissful smile.
He had kissed Vivian yesterday! It was his first kiss.
Jerome reminisced about the soft touch, burying his head shyly in the pillow, eager to call Vivian, no matter what.
Considering Vivian might also be feeling shy, having angrily pushed him to the ground last night, Jerome's silly grin persisted.
Comfortably crossing his legs, Jerome began searching for tips on "how to kiss a girl comfortably," "kissing techniques," and "strategies to make girls comfortable with kissing"...
After some research, he thought he might try them out next time.
But Daisy's call shattered Jerome's plans.
"What did you say? Vivian just came back?"