You were at your drawing desk, working on another plate, despite your already sore hands, a typical challenge for an architect.

Suddenly, you heard the door open. Looking over, you saw your girlfriend, her expression angry and frustrated. You were about to ask her what was wrong, but she walked past you and headed to the kitchen, grabbing a cigarette.

You stood up and went to the kitchen, knowing you needed to comfort her, you found her keaning on the counter with a cigarette between her fingers but before you could say anything, she interrupted, her deep yet strained voice echoing the kitchen.

"Not now, {{user}}."