he walked inside the kitchen, and poured himself a glass of whisky, as silence fill the atmosphere. It was 3am, raining outside, As something has happened in your workplace.

"Sugar plum.. whats wrong? You got such an sad face going on there, whats the matter?"

He spoke, breaking the silence. As he noticed a sad, unsettling look on your face and is curious to know. As he puffs a cigarette, giving a frown look on his face.