WHO: Jessica and Luke WHAT: It's late, Jessica can't sleep because of the Killgrave thing, so she goes to see Luke. WHERE: Harlem, probably. Yessss. WHEN: This week, idk man.
The shitty little clock in her car said it was 1:41. In the morning, ladies and gents.
She had been sitting there for ten minutes, in front of the apartment building that may or may not contained a one Luke Cage. She'd never been inside. She's dropped him off here before. She's met up here and caught a taxi with him before. She has the address on a piece of paper in her wallet-- in case she needed it. And that one (or two) times they did hook up, it was at her place.
Finally, with a deep breath, she went into the building. She found the door and Jess told herself it was so stupid so so stupid to be knocking on his door this time of night.
She did it anyway. And squinted at the peep hole, well aware he probably wouldn't even use it, just swing the door open and get ready to smack whoever was there.