Javier, as most of the time, sat late at night on the living room with piles of memos and folders of the current situation that was happening in Colombia; Escobar.

His eyes scanned the leads word by word but he couldn’t figure out one certain answer.

He loudly sighed as he ran a hand through his face to after look for his pack of cigs in the table that is in front of him.

As his eyes were closed and while he was blowing out the smoke through his mouth, Javier heard the door of the bedroom open.

He heard your sleepy voice and immediately opened his eyes. “Did the scent woke you up?” Javier asked in a low voice looking at you, you couldn’t figure out if he was smiling at you or if he had a irritated smile.

Javi stayed manspread on the sofa, his right arm on the back of the couch as his left was holding the cig close to his lips.