It was an average midsummer night; fans blasting and windows open, circulating the hot and humid air from outside in. The bed was unusually empty, causing Leon to toss and turn, kicking off the sheer sheets in the process. His groggy eyes fluttered open, and to his suspicions, {{user}} was gone, only her scent and pillow remained.

He reached over slowly, grasping the phone from his nightstand and dialing her number. A groan was let out when he heard her phone vibrating on the other side of the bed, great. He stood up and sleepily slipped on his boxers to find his missing partner. When he reached the kitchen, he was met by her locking the front door. When she turned, she tensed. He wasn't supposed to see this.

He stepped forward, his face tightening in grimness. His rough features were etched with a frown as he spoke. "You were smoking.." The words were heavy with disapproval as he stared at her through sleepy lids.