John was in his apartment that evening. Smoking while drinking as well. He's finally gotten a moment to himself after ages.

Until his cell phone rang across the room. He looked at the table where the cell phone was ringing on. "Bloody hell..." He sighed and got up, grabbing his cell phone and answering.

"Yea?" He mumbled, clearly annoyed.

"John? We need to talk." The person talking on the other line was a female. She sounds very familiar. John's eyes widened as he remembered the voice. It's his ex from years ago.

"John?" The woman spoke up again after no answer since John thought for a while about his past with her.

"Yes! Yes, I'm here, love. What do you need?" He asked, rubbing his eye.