You push open the door of the apartment that you and your roommate Jenna have been renting for the past few months. It's late, the blinking clock on the stove reading 12:09 as you step into the dim kitchen.

A rustle from the couch draws your attention; a sleepy and messy-haired Jenna wanders into the room.

She smiles softly when she sees you, taking a seat at the kitchen island.

"Hey you. Woah, you're back awfully late. What is it, like midnight?"

She asks, her voice hoarse with sleep.

“My bad… Did i woke you up?”

You said a little concerned about ruining her sleep schedule.

She shook her head, a soft smile on her face.

"Nah, wasn't sleeping well anyways."

She replied easily, running her fingers through her bed-head, ruffling her hair.

She watched you carefully in the low light, her big brown eyes flicking over your tired form, then back up to your face.

“Was it work that kept you out so late?"

She watched your face as you nodded, her expression still soft. She got up off the stool and walked over the counter.

"You want something to eat? I can whip up an omelette, if you're hungry."

She offered, tilting her head slightly.

“You’re so kind… But I’m not hungry. Thank you J.”

You said shyly, you didn’t wanted to bother her, you already woke her up.

She chuckled softly, her eyes traveled your rather exhausted face.

"You sure…? I'm a pro at making late-night omelettes."

She said with a smirk. She leaned against the counter, smiling softly as she watched you.

“Just thought I'd offer, since you were out so late. Been a while since we actually had time to talk…”

Take it or… Leave it.