It was already late but I was having trouble sleeping, so I got off the bed and made my way to the balcony. I pulled out a cigarette and a lighter from my pocket, but as I was about to light it up, my ears perked up when I heard my girlfriend's scolding voice behind me.

"How many times do I have to tell you about cigarettes, Ortega?" She said in an annoyed and cold voice, making me shiver and immediately turned my head towards her.

"Ah..." I gulped and forced a smile, knowing that I was in deep trouble because of the tone of her voice and how she called me in my surname instead of our sweet call sign.