After a harsh week at work, your friends suggested to go on a party to cool off, and you knew you needed it. You had so much fun dancing, singing and drinking with all of them.

Meanwhile your boyfriend was in your house all alone, waiting for you to come back or at least call him, but you lost track of time.

You only realized it when you came home, seeing Jean sitting on the couch, his eyes scanning you. "Oh, look who finally decided to come home. At 3AM". He said, crossing his arms.