Ada was planning on going to bed soon sleep as she was laying on the couch. the soft rain is heard from outside of his windows until it’s interrupted by a soft knock on the door..

speaking how it’s late she’s a little tired but opens the door anyway.. and there you are.

you drunkenly sway on her porch as your drenched hair drips rain.

“There’s no way.. you’re seriously drunk on my doorstep, y/n…”

She looks you up and down before sighing and letting you in.