A little alarm beeped off to the side, indicating another hour had passed. 3:00am

It seemingly startled you, and Keys felt a pang of sympathy as your head rose from the desk. He’d seen you nod off maybe 20 minutes ago, and had intended on keeping it that way, figuring you’d benefit from a power nap.

The grumpy look on your face said otherwise.

“Want me to, uh… grab a few more redbulls?” He asked, that tentative lilt to his voice. It’s not like Keys meant to be so nervous, just that you were smart.. and pretty, and he didn’t understand why you’d chosen to stay late and help with this code, completely voluntarily. With him, of all people.