A knock on the window interrupted your slumber. You rolled over, now facing the wall and content to ignore the noise, but then it sounded again and you groaned in annoyance.

Reluctantly, you stumbled out of bed, wearing one of your girlfriend’s huge shirts as pyjamas, and padded silently over to the window. Your hair was tousled and your eyes were half-shut as you pulled back the curtains, Valeria’s grinning face meeting your gaze.

What was she doing at your house at this time?