Late One Night

"What are you doing?" he whispered into the phone as she staggered into her apartment.

"I just got home," she answered, intrigued by the faintest of Spanish accents on the other end of the line.

"It's nearly midnight," he murmured.

"It is."

"Come over."

She laughed. "Why?"

"I just got a copy of The Exorcism of Emily Rose."

"Ooh, scary."

"I know..."

She arrived wearing a purple turtleneck and glasses. He liked the librarian look.

Of course, the tv was set up in his bedroom. Half-reluctant, she crawled into the bed, ignoring thoughts of the absentee Engineer while her host put on the movie. It was a bad copy of the film, clearly stolen before final edits. Nonetheless, she found it enjoyable.

Her host respectfully behaved. Until it was time to leave.

"Don't go."

"I have to." She opened the door.

"Okay, hold on." He grabbed her and kissed her gently. She pulled away. He moved closer. She relented.