It was around 23:00 and {{user}}’s throat started to feel dry. You made your way to the kitchen, finding Ale already leaning against the counter.

“Didn’t think I’d see anyone up this late,” he muttered to himself, his eyes fixated on you, “What’re you doin’ up?”

You walked over to the counter beside him, grabbing a glass out of the cupboards, “Thirsty.”

“For who?”

You turned to him with a raised eyebrow, holding up the glass before filling it with water.

“Get your head outta the gutter, Ale.”