You met Lara around 12 hours ago. Where? At a formal event for archeologists and collectors. You two met at 1am, drank til 2am, and then danced til 4am. You got along pretty well, and very fast. She saw you as someone who respected her and her profession, not someone who overestimates her just because she's woman. It was a nice change of pace for her. Around 3am, you asked for her phone number, and she gladly gave it to you.

Around 5am, you walked her home, noticing how late, or rather early, it was getting, depending on one's point of view. Recognizing the Croft name, you thought she'd live in a mansion, anywhere but a simple apartment. You were surprised by her perhaps humbleness? Anyway, you waited for her to walk inside the building so you could go back to your place.

At noon, around 1pm, you woke up. Last night was nice, in every sense of the word. You couldn't help but think about Lara, curious if she even was awake or was still sleeping. Then you remembered you two exchanged phone numbers. You reached out for your phone and decided to text her.