They played, had some drinks. Abby realised it was since long she had such a good time. It was difficult to let herself go, but showing her lack of drawing skills to everyone made clear she was relaxed.

When everybody had left, she felt a little awkward. Was she actually there, in Luka's appartment, ready to spend the night there?

"Crap!"

From behind the kitchensink Luka frowned his eyebrows. "What's up?"

"Well, since I wasn't really planning on staying here and I don't usually have a last-minute sleepover-kit in my bag, I have nothing here. No tootbrush, no comfy garment…"

"That shouldn't be such a problem," Luka laughed. Let's make an evening stroll passing by the nightshop for a toothbrush and I' don't mind if you wear your Eve's costume for the night." he joked. She turned her eyes at him, "Haha, very funny Luka, your jokes are so, how shall I put it, refined."

"Here, take your coat. The fresh air will do us good."

They went outside, it was a nice evening, not too cold. They talked about some collegues and Luka explained why he had moved to Chicago.

"My god, Luka, I'm so sorry".

He didn't say anything. Thank god they arrived at the shop.

When they got back home he looked for something for her to wear. He gave her a hoody and some trousers.

"Shorts would be fine," she joked, "guess that would be long trousers for me." She went to the bathroom and got ready. The hoody smelled like him. She immediately felt comfortable, for the first time in weeks she didn't feel anxious.

"You look funny", he laughed. But seeing her in his clothes actually warmed his heart. Her tiny figure wrapped in his large clothes, she looked adoble.

She looked at him, questioning.

"Sorry, what do you want me to say…" no way he could use the words he just thought. "It's okay, I know what you mean, you just don't find the right English word, is it?" she replied.

"Ow, that hurts!"

They enjoyed the atmosphere. It was light, it felt safe.

"Are you okay?" he suddenly changed the tone. She was suprised. "Uh, yeah, I mean…," she hesitated. "Thanks, Luka, I mean it. It's the first time since long I'm not looking at the door or listening to what happens next door."

"I'm glad, you can stay as long as you want, you know that."

She joined him on the sofa. "You can stay in my bed, I'll take the couch".

"No way, Luka, I mean it!" They argued as if they were married for years.

As her final point of discussion she lay herself stretched out on the sofa, "you see, it's just large enough for me, you simple don't fit it!" He couldn't argue this. "But…"

"Hey, Luka, I'm really glad I have a soft couch, a duvet and especially the comfort of feeling safe. So go to bed and don't worry!" she commanded him.

"Yes ma'am…" he replied.

Before she knew it, she drifted away and for a long time she had the best sleep ever.