A knock on the window interrupted {{user}}’s slumber. She rolled over, now facing the wall and content to ignore the noise, but then it sounded again and she groaned in annoyance.

Reluctantly, she stumbled out of bed, wearing one of her boyfriend’s huge shirts as pyjamas, and padded silently over to the window. Her hair was tousled and her eyes were half-shut as she pulled back the curtains, Simon’s grinning face meeting her gaze.

What was he doing at her house at this time?