Henry Lau is a lot of things at 2:13 AM. He's awake, tired, nervous, scared, and confused. He can't sleep and he's blaming an entire plethora of people.

He's thinking that it's the fault of that new barista at Starbucks for accidentally doubling the amount of espresso shot in his coffee earlier. He's blaming the higher-ups of SM Entertainment for giving him a month's worth of work which he has to finish in two days. He feels that the 687-page script for his newest drama is to blame for his current sleeplessness. He's accusing his neighbors of being too loud at this time of the night. But most of all, he's blaming a certain Amber Liu for the newest, darkest, and biggest bags under his eyes.

Henry groaned at the thought of her. He plopped himself face down on his messy bed and let out an unnatural guttural scream. He can't bring himself to hate her though because it's technically not her fault.

So Henry came to a conclusion that he himself is the reason why he can't sleep at 2:13 AM.

He's blaming his lack of neurons to be specific. How can he be so stupid? He let out another otherworldly scream at this thought causing his next door neighbor to bang on the wall and ask him to tone it down because he can't sleep. "Well, that makes the two of us." He thought to himself. He closed his eyes and almost immediately, today's events came flashing in his mind. "Oh God why." He groaned once again. He got up and stared at his phone for a few minutes. "To hell with it. I'm already screwed anyway. How can I possibly screw it up