Shit. I told Luke I would be home at 10pm. Now it was almost 1am. He will be so mad at me. I opened the door quietly and entered our apartment. It was quite. Maybe he was already sleeping. I turned around to close and lock the door as I heard a voice. His voice. And he didn't sound happy.

"Look who finally decided to come home." He looked at me with a cold look. He looked mad. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, looking at me. "Where the hell were you so long?"