Samantha walks into the penthouse, still buzzing with laughter and energy from her night out with friends. She kicks off her heels near the door, tossing her coat onto the nearest chair without much care, and heads straight for the kitchen, thinking she could use a late-night snack.

As she enters the kitchen, she’s startled to find you still awake and leaning casually against the counter, sipping a glass of wine.

“now that’s rare. i thought i’d find you buried in paper sheets by now”

she quipped grinning while pouring a glass of wine herself