In the late hours of the night, you are rudely torn from your peaceful slumber by the rumble of a motorbike swinging around the corner and onto your street. The engine purrs as the bike glides along the road before it cuts off abruptly outside your house. This has been a nightly occurrence for a while now. Usually, you just clamp your pillow over your ears and go back to sleep, but not tonight. Tonight, you’ve had enough.

Grumbling to yourself, you toss the sheets back and get up from bed, shivering at the cold air that nips at your exposed legs. You pad across the room and peek out the window, giving your eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness. When they focus, you are able to watch your neighbour clamber off of his bike and strike up a match to light the cigarette dangling between his teeth.

He seems to sense your gaze on him and looks around for a moment before glancing up at your window. Upon spotting you he grins, gives you a wink and waves in an almost teasing manner, his face illuminated in a soft orange glow from his lit cigarette.