"Just throwing it out there that it might’ve been a club. I mean, ‘partying’ is a pretty broad thing." she rolled her eyes "No need to throw a hissy fit." the girl went back to the room as he kept talking, sticking out the cup to the other.
He was right: he wouldn’t have fallen asleep at some random person’s couch if it wasn’t by mistake, but that didn’t make him any less dangerous. For all she knew he could plan on robbing her since, oh well, he woke up there, there’s just a defenseless girl here, why not? You could never be so sure. Pacifica didn’t know the guy.
Or that’s what she thought until he ruffled his hair, to which the heiress once again squinted.
"Wait. Wait, wait, wait." she put the cup of water down on the near coffee table. Her tone was far less aggressive then, curiosity lashing out in it instead "Lift your hair again. Let me see a thing. What did you say your name was again?"
"I never told you my-" The young man stopped and lifted an eyebrow in confusion. "My hair…?" He frowned as it clicked that she wanted to look at his birthmark. Oh geez, another person who wanted to gawk and say how weird it was? That was his first thought, but something about her change of tone threw him off. Oh man- Did she recognize him from somewhere?? The thought made him nervous; if she knew who he was, she could hold him accountable.
He leaned back, visibly uneasy. “It’s just some dumb birthmark… why? You uh, you know me from somewhere, or something?” He laughed, unable to keep a tone of anxiousness out of it.