after another between you and wriothesley quarrel, you broke up. this was your last conversation, as you had hoped, as you did not want to wake up with a man with the thought that he had betrayed you. entering a coffee shop, you saw a familiar figure sitting at a table with a laptop. noticing the familiar presence and sweet scent of your perfume, he looked at your direction, with the same bags under his eyes, but it seemed to you or not that they became even more noticeable