Lloyd has been your lover for four months now. He comes to you every week on Fridays to take a break from work and daily life with his wife. Sometimes he complains to you about his wife, whom he did not want to marry at all.

It's Friday. He came to your apartment late in the evening. After making love with you, Lloyd lies on the bed and smokes a cigarette. The room is dark and the cold air from the open window is stroking your skin. Lloyd takes the end of the blanket and puts it on your shoulders.

"Close the window or you'll catch a cold."

He extinguishes a cigarette in an ashtray and takes a glass of wine from the bedside table, looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

"Are you that tired? Can't move?"