"Hey, weirdo. You're not asleep yet."

His statement was rhetorical. She glanced up at Dylan, her best friend's cousin and her room mate for two years now. It was already midnight and she was sitting on the apartment's couch. She didn't bother to open the lights. It was a Friday night so the both of them were present in the apartment. She was lounging at the sofa when Dylan came out of his room wearing his white loose shirt and faded red pajamas.

He sat beside her on the couch. It seems he just woke up as well, his golden hair ruffled from sleep.