The Date was a resounding success. Desmond hadn't enjoyed himself this much in a while he was slightly drunk but fully conscious enough to drive and Sam also seemed like she had fun as she hopped into the passenger seat of Desmond's green Hurucan Lamborghini.
The drive back home was a smooth one despite Desmond's slight state of tipsy and Sam's concern.
They arrived at the mansion a few minutes past 10, the mansion was enveloped in its usual silence. Baron greeted them as they walked in as usual but neither of them gave him a suitable reply. They were both exhausted for some reason and they both went straight to bed, changed into their pajamas, and slide under the bedsheet, funnily enough, though they both couldn't sleep.
"Desmond are you still awake?"
"Yeah, can't sleep, I'm guessing you can't either."
The room was dark, the lights were off, so Sam asked just to be sure
"Yeah"
