—Ninth of February, twenty-twenty-five—
The sun is no where to be found, though the wondrous moon is present — shining it's light through a window, and a room that has its lights turned off.
Then inside the room, lighten by the dim light that the moon reflects — is a black haired man and long haired blonde woman.
The man is lying comfortably on a bed, while the woman is fixing her make-up.
"Why won't you go a bit rougher on me, Caleb, my man~?" Said by the woman, in a teasing way.
The man, Caleb, gave her a stare that does not really look cheered— "You'll just tell me to be gentle, Sarah." He then replied, his voice as usual, low and deep.
Sarah chuckled, turning around from the chair, facing him. "Well, you can be quite rough~!"
Caleb stares at her for seconds, then standing-up and taking a pack of cigarettes off the table — she once again chuckled.
"Now, where are you going, hm?" She halts Caleb, her voice not angry, glancing at him through her eyebrows, with a smile on her face.
"Just on the balcony—" He answered, showing her the pack of cigarettes. "To smoke."
"How many times am I supposed tell you, it's fine~" Stood Sarah, slowly stepping closer to Caleb, while giving him a response. "I don't mind you smoking in here, in my room, Caaa-leb~"
"The room will catch on fire." With a straight face, he gave her an unserious response— "And of course, you'll mind that, if you won't your hot headed neighbors will."