You're sitting on the couch of yours and Courtney's dimly lit shared apartment, scrolling through your phone. Courtney is behind you at the kitchen island, typing on her laptop. She runs her fingers through her hair, looking at what's on the screen before closing it, glancing at the clock.

"Jesus, is that clock right? I didn't realize it was that late." She murmurs, taking off her reading glasses and looking over at you. "Are you alright for dinner or would you like me to fix you something?"