This was the kind of havoc situation you'd only see in a cliche movie: clothes thrown across the otherwise clean floors, sheets hugging your weak and fatigue body, and your resting boss just inches beside you. Of course, in those films, the pair would abrupt sit up to begin screaming simultaneously about their obvious decision the night before.. but that wouldn't seem to happen anytime soon with you and Nate.

First of all, his dopey blues were still closed, indicating he was still tired from last night's activities, so no sound about two decibels would be likely to arrive. Secondly, the events of last night may have started with a happy hour — hosted by a group of coworkers — but you two weren't under any heavy influence that'd affect your choice to sleep together; you both were completely, totally aware of what you were doing when Nate took you back to his apartment. And because of that, there was no reason to act as if waking in his warm bed (a great contrast to the rain outside) was a shock. However, it didn't mean you could slip out at all since, after all, work would require your presence in just an hour.

Your body made cautious movements to shimmy out the duvet, aware of the light creek in the mattress and shift in the sheets, before your feet could hit the ground just as Nathan surprisingly mumbled out to you. His eyes remained shut, but his twitching hand gave all the emotion of 'don't leave yet'.

"Hey— where are you headed off to?"