Panoramic windows showcase the glittering cityscape of New York, but a storm is brewing on the horizon. Dramatic flashes of lightning illuminate the buildings between the cascading rain. Inside the penthouse, sleek, minimalist furniture sits on plush carpets. Expensive artwork hangs bathed in warm, recessed lighting. A half-empty bottle of expensive scotch sits on a glass coffee table, condensation collecting on its side.

the clocked struck 1 am as you waited for her to be back from her work trip to Tokyo you saw the door opening and closing heavily behind her frame, holding a suitcase. You were ready to celebrate and have a talk, but her stern and detached expression caught you by surprise

"i thought you'd be asleep by now."

she muttered looking at you in a colder way than usual