Miya did not stay overnight at stranger's homes. Though Dareios was hardly a stranger, the man the mayor of the town - she still didn't really know him. A few hours of being plied with drinks and she had ended up in his massive mansion, with hardly any recollection of the time. What a scandal! How her mother would be so disappointed in her! She was quite certain that she could tell if they had done... more than just drink. Or at least she thought she would. The petite Asian woman hardly felt any different and it wasn't like her to end up... well, here. Straightening her spine slightly, she fists her hand at her side as she braves to exit her room. It doesn't take her long to make her way downstairs, Miya attempting to be quiet, although it wasn't as if she were trying to sneak out of the house - it was more of a politeness. The sun filtered through the many windows, though she could see the overcast - it looked like it was going to be another rainy day and she had forgot her umbrella at her apartment the day before.

Sighing at the thought of trudging home through the showers, she hits the bottom of the stairs and wanders briefly before calling out for Dareios. He responds almost instantly and she freezes. Was she ready to face him? She had so many questions, how could she possibly ask them! Raking her hand through her hair she moves towards the kitchen and stands just at the entrance, her chocolate brown eyes taking in such casual attire. He was a different man from last night - although, she couldn't deny she didn't like seeing him in sweats. Realizing she had been staring, Miya blushes a pretty pink before stepping into the kitchen finally, averting her gaze in embarrassment. His simple greeting has her casting a glance at him through her dark lashes as she watches him comfortably move throughout the room, retrieving a mug. Stepping up to the bar, she suddenly notices the vast height difference between them, the woman having to lean her head back to meet his gaze even though a counter stood between them. "Good morning," she mumbles politely, though the pinkness never leaves her cheeks.

Nervousness wafts off the woman as silence falls between the two of them just as he fills that very mug he retrieved from the cabinet and sets it down in front with her along with a bottle of Advil. Sighing in relief, she tentatively reaches for the bottle first just as Dareios speaks again, its enough to make her flinch, her body flushing a bright red. She did not talk to men, not on this level. Yes, in a hospital setting as a doctor to patient but this was new and now that she didn't have alcohol coursing through her veins she had no idea how to act around this man. "Um," she pauses, her slender fingers pushing her dark hair behind her ears, "I feel terrible," she respond after a moment. Miya couldn't deny that she was far too honest, the woman having a sense of practicality and morality that rivaled her embarrassment to speak with men. Taking the top off the lid, she manages to pour a couple of Advil into her hand before quickly taking them with the cup of coffee, "Thank you... for the coffee," she says, a small smile of gratitude managing to make an appearance.

Again, silence falls and her brain was practically screaming at her to get on with it, to just ask him. As her will battles, that flush continues to creep up her neck, as she grasps the mug tightly in one hand, her eyes far too interested in the counter. After a moment, she takes a deep breath and looks up at him, "Dareios... I don't really, um, remember last night," she pauses her face darkening with a blush after every word, "We didn't... do anything, did we?" Oh. My. God. What am I saying?! Releasing the mug, she covers her face, trying to hide from her embarrassment, but she knew better. She should have never said anything! It was as if a tidal wave had been released, "I don't know what happened last night. This isn't like me at all! I've never even been drunk before. And... oh my god if we had sex last night... I'm a virgin!" Realizing, she was quite nearly having a fit, she sucks in a breath and clamps a hand over her mouth. She was going to die, literally die. "I'm so sorry, I need to go," she spun on a heel, trying to leave the kitchen as fast as humanly possible.

Miyako Aiken