I woke up to someone banging on my door.

When I looked through the keyhole and saw his face and disheveled hair I was suddenly very much aware of how newly awake I was. I patted down my hair and fixed my robe.

”Hey,” I said when I opened the door. He was in a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. His thick hair was messy and he looked just as awake as I was.

”Do you have coffee?” He asked tiredly with a cup in his hand. I smiled and nodded my head.

The coffee ...