I wake up, on the cold sheets of Jack's bed.
Looking around trying to at least see Jack recording or taking selfie for snap chat, but no.
My phone isn't here as I wasn't expecting to stay the evening, so I get out of the cold bed shivering.
Putting the leggings on underneath my t-shirt and throw the jumper over my t-shirt.
Looking for my trainers, I find them under his bed which is surprisingly clean.
Being the half-polite person I am, I make the bed. At that moment, I see makeup on his pillow, freaking out I turn the pillow over.
Leaving his unlocked apartment door, and walking home in the freezing cold.
I see Conor, walking to him.
""Hi Con." I simply say, he looks up and his face got brighter than his orange coat.
"Hey Cal. Did it get sorted out, what was it about?" Conor asks, I sighed.
"Can we talk about this over a hot chocolate, since I hate coffee?" I ask, he nods and we go to Zara's the coffee shop.
