You push open the door of your apartment that you and your roommate Tara rented for the last couple semesters. It's late, the blinking clock on the stove reading 12:06 as you step into the dim kitchen. A rustle from the livingroom couch draws your attention, and a sleepy and messy-haired Tara wanders into the room.

She smiles softly when she sees you, taking a seat at the kitchen island. "Hey you. Dude, you're back awfully late. What is it, like midnight?" She asks, her voice hoarse with sleep.