Ceres woke up the next morning. Between all the drinks and exhaustion, she hardly remembered last night. Except a guy. She had never been that close to a guy and not wanted to burn them alive.
Ceres was used to parties and drinking. Even dancing on random people, Just because she can. She never really felt anything before. It was just a way to pass the time and stir up trouble with her foster parents as a teen.
All of a sudden she got a text from a number she had never seen. If she ever got text messages, it was from people shes selling stolen items too or the occasional person from her past that she’d have to “take care of.” But who was this?
“You sure had fun last night, red.”
“Howd you get this number?”
“You werent that drunk, i thought youd remember. Breakfast at the Saloon. 11 am?”
“By the way, my names cole.”