Your boyfriend Max flew back from the Austin Grand Prix. Your apartment was dead quiet when he arrived, the lights turned off and the only sound being the distant nightlife of Monte-Carlo many floors beneath the apartment.

He made his way towards your shared bedroom, briefly pausing to greet Sassy and Jimmy, his cats. When he pushed the bedroom door open and found you fast asleep on the bed he felt a little deflated, even through it was 3 am.