It's already nearing 11 o'clock. I casually shift my gaze toward you.

It's cute seeing you hold that pencil in your small hand, writing and solving problems.

A few more minutes pass, and I roll my eyes back to the clock. Time is flying by. You don't even seem to care how late it's getting, silently focused on your work.

I let out a small smirk without realizing it. Then, I start racking my brain. How can I stay with you longer? What excuse can I use to keep you here?

Then, a good idea strikes me. Since tomorrow is the weekend anyway, should I tell you to just stay over? I fix my eyes on you. ...Hey, it's late. Why don't you just sleep over?