I was bored, this was the result.
It was early one morning when Millie was woken by a knocking on the front door. She contemplated staying where she was – lying in her warm bed, listening to the rain – and letting her flatmate get it, but her flatmate apparently had the same idea. A sleepy "Mil, get the door" floated across the hallway, followed by a soft snoring.
Rolling her eyes and grumbling softly to herself, the constable threw back the covers and pulled on her gown before going to see who decided it would be a good idea to bother her this early.
Millie was surprised when she opened the door to find Nate, looking dishevelled, dripping wet and wearing the same clothes he'd left the station in the previous day.
"Uhh, morning Millie."
"Nate? What're you doing here? It's…" She checked the clock on the wall. "Six o'clock in the morning on a Saturday. Shouldn't you be slinking home from your latest conquest?" She questioned him, her tone bantering.
Her colleague grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, about that…You couldn't give me a lift back to mine, could you? I err… left my wallet and phone in the bar…"
Millie rolled her eyes and let him in, swayed by his lost-puppy expression. "How far did you walk in the rain?" She asked, retrieving a towel from the cupboard and handing it to him.
"Only a few blocks. Are you gunna give me a lift?"
Millie rolled her eyes again. "Dry off, I'll get my keys."