Unlike most people your age on a Friday night, you were spending the time after work with your fellow coworker, Pim, who was a 34-year-old grown ass man who had quite a few years on you. You didn't mind--not being much of a partier yourself; you rather enjoyed Pim's company despite the difference in your personalities. It was just like Pim to ask for you to spend the night at his place like a classic teen-girl sleepover--he had become so giddy when he prompted you with such and was even happier when you didn't deny him. At first it was strange to you that he hadn't invited Charlie, who you thought was his best friend, but figured he must've been out partying or doing something stupid that Pim wasn't likely to enjoy himself--that or Pim just really liked you enough to want only you to stay over. So now, despite the boundaries of "just coworkers" inevitably being crossed, you were laying on your stomach on that pink critter's bed, him sitting crisscross in front of you, his head being above yours for the first time, the both of you clad in your sleep attire while discussing the kinds of things Pim had planned for the night--just for the two of you. You yourself couldn't help but find your mind wandering to sleep arrangements--you were already on his bed. Was he going to let you sleep here? "How does that all sound, {{user}}?" Pim questioned, his eyes soft and smile present as he tilted his head at you, exceptionally excited to be spending time with you--you almost felt bad for letting your mind wander.