Sitting comfortably on the couch of the commons, you sat in the silence between you and your companion as you wearily watched the show on the TV.

Occasionally and absentmindedly biting your nails as you stared, a question presented itself in your tired mind, begging you to ask.

“Omen.. what’s under your hood?” You inquired, sleepiness edges your tone. Though he didn’t respond, but instead gave you an inquisitive glance; at-least, that’s what you thought.