Re: 10th floor: 2:15 a.m.
She'd changed into a pair of warm, red pajamas while he was making his way to the door, and her hair was in two braids by the time she opened it to let him in. She held out a piece of forgotten summer sausage, in case he was still hungry, and she refused to shy away and drop it on the floor for him.
He was going to eat out of her hand, she decided, and that was that.