The city was asleep outside, but the apartment was filled with low laughter and warm lights. Various glasses and bottles of alcohol rested on the coffee table, and Niragi was leaning back on the sofa, his feet dangling over the side and a crooked half-smile betraying his crazy side. He'd left his jacket and other things scattered about, but he didn't seem to care.

"Do you know you're leaving everything in a mess?" You said, crossing your arms and frowning, though not very seriously.

"Disaster or creative chaos... it's up to you," He replied, turning to look at you and winking. "And I must say, your reproachful face tickles my fancy."

You tried to cross into the kitchen, but he extended a foot and gently stopped you, like a naughty child blocking the exit with a defiant smile. "Where are you going?" He asked, leaning forward. "Why don't we decide where we're going out tonight?"