As you are desperately trying to get dress to make your escape. You here heavy footsteps heading to the room. You hold your breath, fearing the coming unknown. The door opens and there stands one of your friends Mark. In his hand is a bed tray, with toast, fruit, OJ, and a tall pot of coffee. "Well good morning, Cookie." he says with a broad smile. "Cookie?" You say in confusion. Mark places the tray on the bed and start pouring you a mug of coffee. "Yep Cookie. When I asked for your name last night, you said it could be whatever I wanted. So I said Cookie because of how sweet you were." "God, that's corning." you say as you take the mug. "Yeah I know, but you were so drunk you snorted." You look over the well prepared food on the tray, and back at Mark. He has always been single, which never made sense to you. He wasn't a bad looking guy, and he had a heart of gold. Why couldn't he have a serious relationship? Your train of thought is broken when Mark says. "I'm sorry, I got to head to work. I left a $20 on the kitchen table so you can get yourself a taxi. If you want to take a shower, or anything my house is at your disposal. I'll be back at 3:30, if you want to wait for me to take you home." not knowing how to take what he was saying you answer "Okay, thank you." "No problem he response." He turns to go then looks back. "When you gave me your number last, night are you sure it was yours?" you look at him in concern, sweat begins to go down your back. "What you mean?" "Well the number you gave me belongs to one of my friends, and I don't remember him telling me he was changing it. It just seems more then a incredible coincidence."