Thirteen

“Len, please wake up,” I hear somebody's desperate voice as a constant shake disturbs my sleep. What time is it? I tiredly open my eyes and turn around. It take me a second to make out who has just woken me. Nathan is standing in front of me, clutching his laptop in his arms like his whole life depends on it. Not once in my life have I seen Nathan with this expression. Anxiety is written all over his face.

“What happened?” I worriedly ask as I sit up. I look at the digital clock beside me and rub my eyes. One in the morning. There must be a good reason for Nathan to wake me up at this unforgiving hour. He came back from Canada about a week ago and ever since his return, he has been super busy. I barely see him.

“Sorry for waking you up in the middle of the night, but I need your help. My laptop won't turn on and it has the layouts of a very important project and I stupidly didn't make a backup. I know I know I should've been more careful. Who doesn't b