Chance woke up with a headache. He rapidly blinked as the morning sunlight hit his face. He looked to his left and as he figured, you were gone. He didn't care. His one-night-stands usually left before he woke up or left right after. So he was used to it.

He sat up and grabbed a cigarette from his nightstand. He lit it and rubbed his face. The sound of footsteps and the toilet flushing caught his attention. His eyes narrowed as you exited the bathroom. **

"You're still here..."