Jake is alone, and not asleep

As Abbie pushed the door open, a streak of light from the hallway behind her expanded, with her silhouette in the center. The room was dark, and her eyes hadn't adjusted yet, so she couldn't see much. She stepped inside, slipped off her shoes, and as quietly as she could, closed the door behind her.

"Hey."

Jake was awake. Or he woke up when Abbie came in. Either way, he was awake enough to greet her.

"Hey," she replied softly, taking a few steps toward the bed. The digital clock display on the side table read 3:08. Abbie couldn't quite fathom how it was as late as it was.

"Here."

Jake rolled over in bed and flicked on the small light that hung over his side. The singular light was stark in the otherwise black room. Jake squinted his eyes shut, giving Abbie the impression that he'd either been asleep or at least been in the dark for a while. Once his eyes adjusted, he looked sleepily toward Abbie and let out a soft chuckle.

"You look like you've had a fun night," Jake said, still wrapped in the bedsheet.

"Oh?" Abbie replied, shuffling toward the bed and sitting next to Jake. "What makes you say that?"

Jake shook his head and pulled one arm out from under the sheet so he could rub Abbie's thigh. "Your smile."

Abbie laughed lightly. "And you, you look like I just woke you up -- I'm sorry."

"No," Jake said. "You didn't." He shook himself a little more awake and sat up to look at Abbie. "Did you ... enjoy your evening?"

Abbie giggled. "I did. Did you enjoy yours?"

Jake nodded. "I'll admit, it was ... different."

"How so?"

"You weren't there."

Abbie closed her eyes and lowered her head. Then she took a breath and looked Jake in the eyes. "I thought about you," she said as she reached him. She put a hand out onto his chest.

"Did you?"

She nodded. "Mm-hm."