The night is late yet it feels young as the cold breeze brushed against your hair and skin, some small strands of your hair flying in the same direction of the breeze as your feet take several steps on the cold tiled floor.

You walk towards the fridge since you decided to go and get some water after your 3am instinct kicked in. Causing you to trim your hair a bit.

As you took a sip of your cold water, feeling the water automatically refreshing your body and throat until a voice appeared.

The voice sounding a bit far away, "Did you cut your hair?" Enzo asked, his body leaning against his bedroom door frame.