I wake up. Surprisingly last.

Surprisingly, you are the last one to wake up.

You blink a few times and rub your eyes, the sunlight was shining right into your face. Your head had a slight pounding sensation from all the drinks_ you _had taken. As you got up, your senses returned. You smelled coffee in the air and heard groaning. After taking a quick scan of the living room, you spot Delilah, hunched over her kitchen’s sink as coffee slowly pooled in its contents into the jar.

You got up and grabbed your underwear before walking over to her. “Hey there, Delilah.” You said quietly as you grabbed her waist.

“Heeey,” she groaned. “This headache is absolutely killing me today...”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I, uh, took you back.”

Delilah scoffs. “Yeah...Thanks for doing that, I appreciate that."

Awkwardly, you clear your throat. How much does she remember? "Hey, I'm just glad to have helped."

Delilah turns around, her complexion, a pale green, but it's made better by her smile. “Kindness like is hard to come by around these parts.”

You snicker at her comment. "I'm a contractor."

Her brows furrow before her glance breaks. Her sickly cheeks start to bleed into a shade of pink. “Well, to me, you act different. Just take the compliment.”

“We should go out again sometime,” You tell her. “Despite the outcome of last night, I’d like to go somewhere else with you.”

Delilah grabs a mug and pours herself some black coffee. “You must be more hungover than I am.”

“Hm?”

She gestures outside. “It’s snowing.”

It was still October and the weather has been pleasant all week long. “A little early for this, isn’t it?”

“Not here,” Delilah replies flatly. “It’ll probably melt the next week, but by then it’ll dampen my mood until spring.”

"So, what do you want to do then?" You ask her.

She leans against the counter. Her natural beauty is hidden somewhat by her hangover. She didn't usually doll herself up that much, but you're glad to know she's comfortable enough around you to be herself. She smiles at you when she notices your stare. "I'm not really good at picking group activities. What would you like to do?"