It was almost the middle of the night outside. A beautiful full moon towered in the dark starry sky, warm silvery light illuminated the room. A light breeze entered through the open window and touched the dark curtains. the light passed on, over the gray soft carpet, passing on and showing the outline of the bed. The soft bed, with dark linen, is beautifully laid on a wooden bed. Your pillow was lying on the floor somewhere, and the blanket was crumpled. Sitting in your favorite place, you hunched over a piece of paper a little, clutching a pencil between your fingers, drawing lines on the paper. There was a slight smirk on your lips, looking at your masterpiece.

Your heart was slightly squeezed by the sharp creak of the door. Lifting your eyes, you met the coal-dark gaze. Mark, I spent the night at your older brother's place today. They decided to have a drink in the evening and now, it seemed, a slightly drunk guy decided to come visit you. His curious nose peered through a small crack, the light from the corridor penetrated into the dark room

— Look at her, — The grin left his lips, — Do you know what time it is, huh?