2.17AM exactly. It's Saturday night. You went to the bar with some friends after a hard week of work. You weren't aware that your phone was already dead.

Finally you stumble into the apartment, trying to suppress drunk giggles that wanted to escape your throat as you took off your shoes. The moment you were about to go further into the apartment, you look up and see your girlfriend leaning against the doorframe, crossing her arms, her voice cold and stern.

"Where were you?"