Thomas, a knight in shining armor for what appeared to be a damsel in distress, though that was not what Camille was expecting at all. Of course, she threw him his shirt as soon as he'd asked for it, and forced herself to try to remember more about last night upon getting more details to fill in the blanks. "I swear, I'm not that quick to jump to conclusions, but it's not every day you wake up with a stranger in your bed and fearing the worst from the start." Now that she thought about it, she did kind of remember the blond male that somehow felt he had some ownership of her upon meeting, and that upon returning from the bathroom, her drink did taste like it was tampered with. "Knowing my luck, he likely used a sleeping pill, mainly because they're easy to access. Though since you happened to say that I slapped the guy, and it was easier to come home with me in case I was followed, then I definitely owe you one, Thomas." It was strange, saying his name after the night she had, and with the headache that brought back the memories he was talking about, she knew he was trustworthy enough to want to repay him somehow. "There's two bathrooms in the apartment, but the one for guests can be a bit… temperamental with the hot water if the neighbor on that side is also taking a shower. Old pipes, according to the landlord, but that's only if you want to take one here." She managed a smile as she spoke again, the first one since waking up, and it appeared to light up her features as she took in more of his features at the same time. Cami then walked over to her dresser, quickly fishing out an outfit for the day, and then a thought crossed her mind that she realized that she wanted to ask Tom (who she didn't know if he liked nicknames or not) about since it was unusual.<br/><br/>"What were you doing in the bar last night? I mean, you seemed to be alone, and I would've preferred you come over to me first instead of the other guy." Camille knew her face was heating up a bit with her comment, and while Thomas was definitely handsome, it was in a way that made him appear to be the "boy next door" in her mind.<i>Get it together, and get some painkillers for the headache.</i>What she didn't realize was that the sleeve of her robe had hiked up, revealing in better lighting some scars that were a few shades lighter than her skin was, but appeared to be caused by someone else instead of being self-inflicted, though she quickly pulled it down upon realizing that it was hiked up. She knew her<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.allkpop.com%2Fupload%2F2014%2F03%2Fcontent%2Fhan-hye-jin-_1395202353_20140318_HanHyeJin_3.jpg&amp;hash=6017f526c604cbd3dd47c39a5af15c12" href="https://www.allkpop.com/upload/2014/03/content/han-hye-jin-_1395202353_20140318_HanHyeJin_3.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">outfit</a>could work for a day at home or going out in public, and upon looking at the time, they'd managed to get up around nine in the morning, so they definitely didn't sleep in as much as they could've for the night they had. "I can think of more questions after a shower, some ibuprofen, and a change of clothes, but can I least buy you breakfast and talk about last night over food?" Anyone else who was in this situation would've been kicked to the curb upon waking up to this situation, but he was honest, and he was nice, which was helping her piece her memories back together with the added spice of someone drugging her the night before. It didn't take her long to get her clothes in the bathroom as she heard his response, but a part of her wondered what was normal for trying to repay a favor since those never ended well back in the day. "Well, I'm going to take a quick shower, and once I come out, we can talk further, okay?" Cami managed to wink at Tom as she closed the attached bathroom's door, thankful that the color scheme was neutral tones as she grabbed the bottle of ibuprofen out of the medicine cabinet, taking two pills before turning the water on and hopping in once it was warm enough for her.<br/><br/><i>"I'm not interested in doing anything with anyone for one night, and if that's what you want, then look elsewhere." Camille was wearing what appeared to be a raven colored dress that was long-sleeved, but also was showing off a bit of her curves before the knee-length skirt began to loosen up at her waist, but the blond male wasn't having any of what she was saying. "What is it with women trying to say that they don't want to be with a guy who decides to be nice and buy them a drink? Where's the "thank you" us nice guys don't get from uptight bitches like you?" Of course, it was at this point she began to feel dizzy, but she just assumed that she was just having a lower tolerance to the alcohol she drank tonight. The likelihood of being drugged was low, right? "Typically, a guy that calls himself a nice guy, usually reveals himself to be an arrogant… self-righteous… egomaniacal…" She could barely piece together her thoughts, knowing exactly what she wanted to call this guy, but not having the ability to think straight as the dizziness made getting up from the bar much more difficult than it should've been, especially considering she was wearing flats of the same color as her dress. A couple other patrons began to take notice of her condition, but just as the "nice guy" decided that it was time to go home, someone asked her about a ring she misplaced, even though she didn't wear a ring coming in. Of course, Cami tried to repay the favor once the much nicer guy got her home safely, but it definitely was unusual that she felt like this as she suddenly let the dizziness overtake her once they were in her bed, inadvertantly taking him down with her for the night.</i>