After taking a bag of empty plastic cups and liquor bottles out to the trash, Leon checks his phone—it’s just past 3 am. He’d stupidly offered to stay late to help his friend clean up after their party. The last thing he expected was for the festivities to go on for this long, but he’d already offered, the damage was done. So here he is—tipsier than he wants to be, stuck cleaning up. Great.

He enters the kitchen again, glancing up with mild surprise, seeing you standing there with a broom in hand. He’d seen you around all night, but hadn’t really gotten a chance to speak to you at all. “Need some help with that?” He asks.