I'll go with the second option. *he picked up the key, then reached down for his guitar case* Might be the other way around for waking up, though. I'm not a morning person in the least. *he slung the case's strap over his shoulder, heading for the back* I'll see you tomorrow.
*Once Dante was inside his room for the night, he shut the door and sighed. He had to admit, he did like Delly, but he was certain she wasn't at all aware of the milestone he'd be hitting in the next week. How would she react if and when he told her he was turning 40? She couldn't possibly be near that age. Admittedly, Dante thought, it wasn't the first big age gap he'd ever had to contend with and the other times had worked out just fine. Still, the question hung over him even as he was falling asleep*
((Goodnight. I need to be up early tomorrow.))