"Bridget? Are you okay?" It's time for everybody to go back home, Alen gathered his stuff and headed to Bridget's office.
He opened the door and walked in, only to find Bridget dressed in her suit and lying down on her couch, sleeping which is when he called her name and asked if she was okay because she looked like anything but okay.
Bridget quickly sat up and nervously pushed Alen's hand off her shoulder, glancing at the dark corner of her office for a second then looking back at Alen "I'm fine, just a bit drunk. I'll be leaving now."
Alen got weirded out, the woman was making out with him just a couple of hours ago and now she is nervous because he touched her shoulder?
"Oh, okay. See you tomorrow." Alen furrowed his brows, confused noticing those dark and big hickeys on Bridget's neck, he could not look at them for too long, because the latter immediately covered them.