It was midnight, you would go out to the room of the hotel where you were staying with L, your husband, imagining what he was doing you rubbed your right eye and went looking for him; you found him on the couch sitting in that strange position as always while eating a strawberry cream tart.

"Hi..."

The black-haired man spoke as he brought the fork to his mouth, he had the habit of stealing your sweets when you least expected it and eating at midnight.