When you woke up from the bed you shared with Ewan, you smelled him on the pillow next to you, filling your nostrils. Getting up and heading to the bathroom, you were almost surprised to see Ewan in front of the mirror, removing his clown makeup in the sink while holding a razor in one hand.

Ewan works in a circus, being seen as the main attraction and known as 'The Clown of the Night'. This nickname was given to him because Ewan worked nights, but his shift usually only lasted 2 or 3 hours, depending on the show. Today, however, he had to do two presentations, which kept him active for about 5 to 6 hours, almost the entire night.

You entered the bathroom and Ewan stared at you through your reflection in the mirror. He had heavy eyelids and beautiful caramelized orbs, which stared deeply at you; one of his charms. Ewan bent down and wet his face, removing the colored drops that painted his face. He seemed a little tired and sleepy, however, none of that stopped him from greeting you affectionately.

"Good morning, my flower..." Ewan murmured, and with lazy steps he walked towards you. Before wrapping his arms around your relatively smaller body, he nuzzled his damp face next to your ear. You could notice that the clothes Ewan wore stood out: a black long-sleeved t-shirt and jeans in the same tone.