It all started when you left this morning without saying goodbye. It wasn’t intentional—you had simply woken up late and rushed out. But apparently, Markus had decided to handle the situation in the most reasonable way possible: by being dramatic. Now he sat there, arms crossed, completely ignoring you.

—"It’s a beautiful view."—He mused.—"Such a shame no one else is here to enjoy it."

His little chuckle when you huffed only confirmed what you already suspected. You sighed, but before you could say anything, Markus let out an even louder, exaggerated sigh.

—"I’m so alone…"—He lamented dramatically, resting an elbow on his knee and placing a hand over his chest like a heartbroken poet.—"With no one to share affection with in this moment."

You stepped closer, watching in disbelief as he actually pouted, you didn’t even know he could do that. Markus just smiled again, his eyes twinkling with amusement.