melancholic. that's what he was. he always walked with a sort of mystery trailing behind him. there was no way to tell what he was thinking, feeling or what he was going to do next. but, you somehow could always feel when he was around or coming around.

tonight was no different. while, yes, technically you already had a boyfriend who was rich and paid for the tiny apartment you lived in, that's all he was used for. you were in over your head for jef costello. something about his strangeness made you attracted to him, made you want to peel back the layers of who he truly was.

before he even approached the door, you had already opened it. the familiar musky sent of the man hitting your nose as he stood before you.

"you've been waiting," he said. what seemed it should have been a question, came out as a statement as he came into the small room.