Killian sighs, as he drives his lavish car quickly. It’s 10 P.M., and traffic is still terribly bad.

When he hears his ringtone, he turns down his music, and quickly answers his phone.

He smiled when he realized it was you.

“Babe? I’m going to be home late.” He says, a bit remorseful but still smiling.

I hope she’s not mad, he thought. Else I’m screwed.