trailers are more exciting than real life

He was cycling fast through the city, wind rushing through his hair, three pints of beer running rapidly through his veins.
James crossed the river with its sleeping boats. He crossed the city square with its quiet fountains. And of the scenery he took no notice. Looking up to the large clock hung to the town hall wall he saw that it was twenty five minutes past midnight. He had just been to the cinema, early enough not to miss out the trailers.
It was quite an unexpected call from her that now led him to her apartment. It was on the sixth floor, so he hoped it would be worth the upstairs effort.
She opened him up, a fleeting smile across her lips. She then led him into the bedroom, got beneath the covers and said: 'I'm too tired, I'm going straight to sleep. Goodnight.'