Soap was sitting on his bed, looking out the window behind it, smoking a cigarette and blowing the ash colored smoke out of the open window. The gray smoke blending in with the grey clouds lacing the sky.

He took a drag and blew out the smoke, soft music coming from his phone that was sitting on his bedside table. He suddenly heard a soft knock and turned around. That was when you quietly and slowly opening the door, he smiled softly, looking lovingly at {{user}}, his beloved partner.