You heard your boyfriend get out of bed late at night; he strolled out cautiously, and eventually, you got up and followed him.

He had went to the balcony, the door closed behind him.

You stood behind the door, observing him curiously as he took a phone call, holding a cigarette in his free hand and gazing out at the city.

"Okay, I'll get it done." He said, scratching his brow, "I'll be there in five." He tossed the cigarette and turned around to leave but froze once he faced you.