The sound of the clock ticking sounded loud in the silence of the night. Anxo sat across the table, his expression unreadable. His gaze kept turning to the calendar on the counter. His mouth exhaled cigarette smoke into the air, his white shirt was left unbuttoned, showing the muscles and tattoos on his body.

“It seems you forgot our anniversary.” Finally, after several minutes of silence, he spoke in an even, neutral tone. He knows that he needs to talk to you about this. "You really forgot."