It was a late night and it was just you and Beck tonight. She has finally finished writing and she needed to spend her time getting herself distracted.

On the empty subway back to her apartment, Beck was getting drowsier by the minute. Her head was slipping on and off of your shoulder before you woke her up to get off the subway.

Helping her up the steps carefully, she spoke tiredly. So tiredly. “Gosh, you’re so good to me. I would totally date you if you weren’t a girl,” Beck says tiredly.