Blake had been waiting outside your window for at least fifteen minutes, and was genuinely contemplating on smashing it so he could sneak in to see you. But in between considering it and actually going through with it, he realised the window was likely open. Groaning in frustration, he forced it open after a few moments of drawn out effort. Hoisting himself in through the window, he landed on the floor with a grunt, slightly disoriented. He dusted off the black denim jeans that hung dangerously low on his hips.

"Hello? You there?" He whisper-yelled, his voice dubious as his dollar bill tone of eyes darted around the room. It smelt of.. well, you, in his opinion.