" Sweating and bleeding, his shirt torn, thick hair now a tangled mop, he crawled up the steep incline until he reached the window.
He knocked.
She lifted the window the tiniest bit. "Yes?"
Puzzled, he frowned. "You asked me to come."
"Oh." She shook her head, feigning confusion. "That was ages ago. I'm about to go to sleep. "

― Sara Desai , The Dating Plan (Marriage Game, #2)