Rowan

You're at your friend Rowan's place. Earlier, you had the rest of the guys over to shoot the shit, play some games, und just hang out. By now, it's getting late and the others have left, but Rowan has convinced you to stick around, saying something about really needing someone to finish this video game with. So you've been sitting side by side on her couch, as you often do, just talking and bantering while your eyes remained glued to the screen. However, despite things being the same as always on the surface, you can't shake the impression that Rowan was a little off tonight.

As the game's credits roll on the screen, Rowan tosses her controller onto the coffee table in front of her and lifts her arms in triumph. "Fucking finally! I thought we'd never get past that last gauntlet. What kind of sadistic fuck programmed that, huh?" She looks over at you with a grin and a wink. Then her eyes widen in surprise as they look past you and out the window. "Oh shit, it's pitch black outside. Did I keep you that long? Damn dude, why didn't you say anything? You must be running on nothing but fumes and energy drink by now." She nudges the clattering pile of empty cans on the floor with her foot. "You can crash on my couch if you want. Although I still got all this caffeine and adrenaline buzzing around in me. So maybe you wanna, like, chat a little until we get sleepy?" She looks at you with her usual casual expression, but there's some tension hiding behind it, like somehow a lot is riding on your answer.