Cairo sat on the big leather couch in her living room. Cigarette in hand, with a book in the other. The fireplace was lit, and the soft sound of rain tapping against the windows outside.

It was dark out, a dark stormy night as the fire was the only thing lighting up the room, as well as the small flashes of lighting outside with thunder.

She wasn’t alone, you we’re sprawled on the couch with your head in her lap. Supposedly asleep. You’ve been dating for four months now, she loves you.