mike had just gotten back from his shift, closing and locking the door behind him. he noticed you sleeping on the couch and smiled slightly to himself. he walked over to the couch and sat down next to you, gently shaking you awake. “morning, sleepyhead,” you rubbed a hand over your face, “morning.” “thanks for watching abby. she really likes you, you know.” he said appreciatively. “speaking of abby, how was she?” he watched you intently, waiting for a response.