A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Also, I have recently found out that Copter prefers the pronouns "they, them, their" so beginning from this chapter those are the pronouns that I will use when referring to Copter. Thank you for joining me in respecting Copter's preference.

Third Person POV

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pull a blitzkrieg on you," Kimmon said to Copter, Kimmon's face looking suitably apologetic. "I had to act fast because ... "

"Because?" Copter prompted when Kimmon made a long pause.

"I'm sorry I lost my trend of thought," Kimmon said as he tried to focus on the heavy traffic in the motorway.

Copter decided that it was wise to keep Kimmon concentrated on the road. They wanted to get home in one piece.

"You went past my exit!" Copter yelled at Kimmon when they noticed that Kimmon kept on going past where they had been supposed to turn into.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Kimmon said, "My mind automatically made me go straight for my own house."

"Then why did you offer me a ride when what you wanted was to go straight back to your house?" Copter angrily demanded to know.

"No, no, no," Kimmon protested against Copter's accusation. "I have been so used to driving in this direction that it was just an automatic reflex. Anyway my road app is now recalculating our route to your address."

Copter sighed, still feeling tired from their trip from the Netherlands and wanting so badly to get home and plop themselves on their soft bed.

They leaned slightly against the window and before they knew it they had dozed off.

Copter felt themselves being gently shaken.

"We are here," Kimmon said softly against Copter's ear.

Copter rubbed their eyes gently and looked around.

"This is not my room and this is not my bed!" Copter exclaimed angrily.

"I'm so sorry," Kimmon said in a placating tone of voice. "You were sleeping like a baby that I didn't want to wake you up just to ask you to open your gate for us, so I decided to bring you to my place and carry you from my car to my house and into my room."

Copter stood up from the bed and pulled their phone out of their pocket.

"What are you doing?" Kimmon asked anxiously.

"Calling for a taxi," Copter replied.

Kimmon grabbed Copter's phone.

"You're not doing that," Kimmon said firmly. "It's late. Be practical and come have dinner with me. I have cooked a really excellent dinner for both of us."

"How long have I been out for?" Copter demanded to know.

"A good three hours," Kimmon replied.

"Did you put something in my drink during our flight back here?" Copter turned an accusing look at Kimmon.

"Of course not!" Kimmon protested. "Your tired body just wanted you to get back your energy and so it made you fall soundly asleep. And now that you look really refreshed, it's time to gain more energy by eating a sumptuous dinner. C'mon, join me at my table."

Kimmon pulled a reluctant Copter towards the dining room.

Copter couldn't help their stomach from growling when they smelled the delicious food wafting to their  nose.

"You did not make these yourself." Copter accused Kimmon when they saw Kimmon's housekeeper walking into the dining room with a glass pitcher of dark red liquid, its sides frosted over and the sound of ice cubes clinking against its sides.

"No, no, no," Kimmon said to the housekeeper, temporarily ignoring Copter's  earlier accusation.

Kimmon walked over to his wine cabinet and took out a bottle of sauvignon blanc.

"This will go very well with our calamari steak," Kimmon declared as he set it down on the table.

The housekeeper, taking Kimmon's lead, had already taken out two wine glasses and set one down beside Kimmon and the other one beside Copter.

"I am not drinking wine tonight," Copter declared firmly.

Turning to the housekeeper, Copter said, "Please bring back that pitcher of juice drink."

"Oh don't be a buzzkill now," Kimmon implored Copter. "We worked so hard during the conference. Let's have a little fun tonight."

"What kind of fun did you have in mind?" Copter asked.

"Good food and good wine," Kimmon replied, fixing Copter an innocent look.

The housekeeper quietly made her way back to the kitchen.