After taking a bag of empty plastic cups and liquor bottles out to the trash, you check your phone—it’s just past 3 am. You’d offered to stay late to help your friend clean up after their party. You just hadn’t expected the festivities to go on for this long, so you’re already exhausted (and perhaps a bit tipsy). You enter the kitchen again, almost jumping out of your skin when you see a man, leaning casually against the wall with a lazy smile. “Need some help?” Luis asks, holding up a broom.