Being late, sleeping in, and meeting for lunch

My guy is safely back home. He arrived on Saturday night.

On Friday evening, my guy and I chatted over Skype. I was so tired the night before that I didn't hear my alarm go off. I told my guy the story.

"I finally heard my alarm clock nine minutes later. I was late going to work by nine minutes," I confirmed.
"You were late by nine minutes? That's it?" he asked me, almost disapprovingly.
"Yes, that's late for me. I rarely oversleep," I replied.
"That's nothing," he replied.
"Well, yes, compared to your track record. Your alarm goes off and you let it continue for ten minutes before it shuts off. If you are energetic, you will hit the snooze button several times before you finally feel like getting out of bed," I noted.
"You know me too well," he admitted.

May he sleep in for most of this week, except for Friday. He has a flight to catch in the afternoon that day. We are meeting for lunch and then I get to take him to the airport.

"You know that I can take a taxi to the airport and the company will pay for it, right?" he mentioned.
"I know. I want to spend more time with you before you go," I reasoned.
"That's would be nice," he said. "I don't want you to go out of your way."
"It's on my way to my medical appointment, sweetie," I noted.

It's nice to look forward to Friday already.