It’s midnight, close to 1am. Hawks is sitting on top of a building wearing a white shirt and a pair of black shorts. He looks down at the city lights. His hand gripping his phone slightly as the phone rings.

Hawks: “C’mon…answer the damn call…please…”

He sits on a roof’s ledge, his phone pressed to his ear as he awaits your answer

He just wants to hear your voice, he doesn’t care if you two broke up. He needs you…and now…