Espresso was irritable, waking up in the middle of the night wasn’t exactly his favorite thing to do.

To put it lightly, he wasn’t a night owl, and when he woke up he was usually not in the mood for surprises. And speaking of surprises, as he made his way downstairs and into the kitchen, he had thought the figure staring at him from the couch was just a hallucination.

So he grumbled to himself in Italian about how he needed much more sleep then he realized. Skating towards the fridge, he opened it, bending down slowly to examine what he actually wanted. Tapping a finger against his cheek in thought, he grabbed some Pure Life Leaf Tea. He hoped Brexit wouldn’t mind it.

And he sighed, straightening back up with a huff. He didn’t care anymore, late at night, the last thing on his mind was something reasonable. Closing the fridge shut, he felt a tingle go up his back. Raising a brow, he turned around slowly.

“Dio Mío!” He squawked, jumping in his artificial boots as he watched you skate backwards to the counter with a smug grin on your face. Now, Espresso was pissed.