Think a title for :Rose
Joseph’s voice was the last thing I remembered before everything went blank. And now, as my eyes fluttered open, I found myself in a pure white room. There wasn't much furniture, and streams of sunlight pierced through the gaps, casting a soft glow on the surroundings. If it weren't for the brightness and the peacefulness of the room, I might have mistaken it for a torture chamber.
Confusion washed over me as I looked around, realizing that I wasn't wearing the dress from last night. Panic began to bubble up within me, and I hurriedly got up, my mind racing with questions. How did I end up here? What happened after the drinking game? I stumbled to the window and peered outside, only to see the familiar scenery of Joseph's place. I must have slept here last night, but the details were hazy.
My phone sat on the table nearby, a glimmer of hope in the midst of my confusion. I picked it up and saw that it was already late in the afternoon. I had slept for hours without even realizing it.
With a sense of urgency, I made my way toward the stairs, desperate to leave unnoticed and unravel the mystery of the previous night. But as I descended, my heart skipped a beat when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around, and there stood Joseph, shirtless. My eyes involuntarily wandered over his chiseled abs, the perfect squares etched on his stomach, before I quickly forced myself to look up but it was all the more attractive. I wanted to look away from his shoulders and chest, well-defined, almost hidden behind the expensive clothing he typically wore. But now, with his hair down and water dripping over his broad shoulders, he looked even more captivating. I felt myself getting lost in the image, my thoughts drifting away, until I snapped myself out of it and focused on his face.
Joseph greeted me with a clean and confused voice, breaking the silence. “Good morning!” I must have been looking stupid.
I chuckled awkwardly, realizing it was already afternoon. “More like afternoon. You should've woken me up.”
He shrugged nonchalantly. “You were sleeping like a baby. I didn't want to disturb you.”
A flush crept up my cheeks, and I fought to regain my composure. He was watching me sleep? Tell if it’s not creepy. “I should go,” I said, turning to leave.
But Joseph's voice stopped me in my tracks. “Wait!” he called out, and I couldn't help but turn back to face him. I noticed his gaze flicker down toward my feet. Confused, I twisted my foot slightly, and suddenly, an intense pain shot up my leg.
I groaned, clutching my leg in agony. “What happened to my leg?”
Joseph's expression shifted to one of concern, his eyes filled with worry. “You don't remember?”
“What? I don't...” I trailed off, realization dawning on me that my memory was hazy from the night before. My mind was a jumbled mess, and the events leading up to this moment were nothing but fragments……….
“No, no, I can do this,” I slurred, my determination masking the extent of my intoxication. “Just... give me a moment.”
Joseph's concerned eyes met mine, his voice filled with worry. “Rose, let's take a breather. You don't have to push yourself so hard. We're just here to have fun, remember?”
But my stubbornness got the best of me, and I waved off his concern. “No, I'm here to win. I want to win,” I insisted, my words slurring together. With a wobbly determination, I attempted to stand, only to lose my balance and crash back onto the ground, emitting a painful hiss upon impact. My head spun, the room swirling in a whirlwind of colors. I attempted to rise again, but my body refused to cooperate. Joseph rushed to my side, extending a helping hand to lift me up. “Why didn’t you answer the last question?” I pushed his hand, frustration slowly starting to creep up. “I could’ve won hundred free dinners.”
“Didn’t you hear the first rule? No partners of the restaurant can partake. Of course, they will win.” 
“What?” I shrivelled. “I didn’t hear that.”
“That’s why you couldn’t have won, even if we answered all those questions. Now, let’s get you up, okay?”
As he guided me up, I heard a voice instructing him, “Take her inside.” The sound was distant, as if coming from a faraway place and echoed in my ears. I found myself supported as I walked in and was placed on a chair, the cool surface providing some relief. Joseph hovered nearby, his concern etched into every line of his face.
“Do you want to eat something?” he asked, his voice laced with genuine care.
My stomach grumbled in response to his question. “I haven't eaten anything,” I admitted with a weak smile. “Anything will do, but Joseph, I want to ask you something.”
He leaned closer, his eyes fixed on mine. “What is it?”
I mustered the last shreds of coherence, the alcohol clouding my thoughts. “Why are you being so nice to me? You've helped me so many times tonight. Do you... do you like me or something?” I blurted out, my words a jumbled mess. “Because, I should tell you, I don't like rich guys. They're all jerks. And I don’t like handsome guys, they are the bigger jerks. Although I like Mark. But that’s stupid to think like that. but you are a jerk.”
A flicker of surprise crossed Joseph's face, and he let out a soft chuckle. “You think I'm a jerk? And you think I'm handsome? Wow! You really don’t cease to amuse me.”
I nodded, a playful smirk tugging at my lips. “Yeah! How did you know? Did someone tell you? Don't worry, though. I won't call you a jerk. Even though you might be. You're not just a jerk, you're a cute jerk. I think I'll just call you that.”
His laughter filled the air, a melodious sound that warmed my intoxicated heart. “Okay, that's enough,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement. “I think I should take you home now before you spill anymore secrets that you'll regret later.”
A surge of disappointment washed over me, but I nodded in agreement. “Home, yeah. Take me home. I'll go back home in my silent room where people will come to kill me. and when I die, tell on my grave how sorry you were when you kicked me out of your home.” 
“When did I ever kick you out?”
“Yeah, you didn’t. Your girlfriend did.”
I slurred, attempting to stand. However, my coordination was completely off, and I stumbled into a nearby table, causing it to rattle before crashing to the ground. Laughter erupted from the surrounding crowd, and I joined in, finding humor in my own clumsiness……….
Remembering the memory, I gingerly touched my head, feeling a dull ache beneath the bandage. Joseph's observation brought my attention to the injury. “You hurt yourself there,” he pointed out, concern etched on his face.
I shrugged off the pain, attempting to downplay it. “Nothing major,” I reassured him, even though my head throbbed with each movement. No wonder I was feeling so light headed. As my gaze wandered down to my foot, I noticed the neatly wrapped bandage encasing it. Confusion washed over me as I tried to piece together the events of the night. How had I ended up injured and in different clothes?
“I did that,” Joseph explained, his voice gentle. He gestured towards my head. “And your clothes... well, you spilled quite a lot on them. I had to give you mine.”
Embarrassment flooded my cheeks as I realized the extent of my drunken escapades. I had made a complete mess of myself. Despite my initial reluctance, Joseph had taken care of me, going so far as to change my clothes and tend to my injuries. A surge of gratitude mixed with a tinge of self-consciousness welled up within me. but there was a piece of embarrassment indulging into my conscious that made it harder for me to look at him.
Feeling a sudden need to distance myself from the situation, I mustered a weak smile. “Thank you, Joseph. I appreciate your help.” With those words, I turned to leave, my mind spinning with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.
Once outside, I hailed a passing taxi and settled into the backseat, seeking solace in the quiet solitude it offered. The city lights blurred into streaks of color as the vehicle carried me toward the familiarity of home. Leaning back against the seat, I let out a sigh, reflecting on the events of the evening.