It was almost 3 in the morning, but out of boredom and because you couldn’t sleep, you picked up the telephone from your kitchen bench and snuck it into your room, dialling his number.

Not long later, Enzo picked up after maybe two long and impatient rings. You obviously just woke him up because the tone of his voice was groggy and slightly slurred from his sleep.

“Yeah? What’s so important at this time…-“ he grumbled, running a hand through his curly mess of hair, holding the phone to his ear.

With his free hand, he used it to hold himself up while the other hand, although holding the phone, attempted to rub the tiredness away from his eyes.