Apparently, out shopping

You crack open the bedroom door and peer cautiously into the living room. You are naked, after all, and you'd rather not put the borrowed clothes from yesterday back on if you can help it. At any rate, no one seems to be around. You remind yourself not to panic again like you did yesterday at the mall, but after amazing sex and a good night's rest, you aren't feeling particularly anxious. On the table you find a large t-shirt and a hand-written note. You throw the t-shirt on quickly; it should be enough to keep you warm inside the apartment, and it's big enough to cover all of the important bits, so that's good. Then you read the note, written in Allison's bouncy cursive handwriting that you've often made fun of her for:

Sarah,
I woke up early, and you'll probably want to sleep in, so I figured I'd head out to do some shopping. I'll be back around 10 with some fresh clothes for you. Also donuts. If you have time when you get up, it would be great if you could clean up a bit in the bedroom. When I get back we'll have breakfast and talk plans for our date.
Love, Allison
XOXOXO

Damn. You were kind of hoping to just grab something quick to eat, but it looks like you'd better wait up... you glance at the clock. It's already 9:30 now, so at least you won't have to wait long. As you set about tidying things up, you mutter to yourself about how Allison apparently woke up all full of energy. She was always a morning person, but still, she should have been at least as exhausted as you last night, right? Oh, well.

You're just getting out of the bathroom when, at about 9:55, there's a knock at the door. It must be Allison. Still wearing nothing but an oversize t-shirt and with your hair a complete mess, you rush to answer the door.