I sneaked back into the living room, cold and tired. Carefully closing the sliding door leading to the balcony, I felt blood rushing through my icy cheeks. I spotted his dark hair on the couch, shimmering in the different shades of light, reflected from the TV. I remembered him switching it on, as soon as we set foot into the living room. And while I was browsing throught his music collection, he must’ve fallen asleep on me. How could he? But I smiled after all.

Still shivering, I headed into the small kitchen, searching for something to heat me up. It ended up to be sweet scented tea.

With the cup in my hand, I sat on a chair opposite to the couch he was sleeping on. He had an innocent expression on his face, slightly smiling and so happy looking. I wondered, what he would be dreaming about.

I took a sip from my cup, leaning back into the chair and curling my lip, because the bitter smell of cold smoke mixed up with my sense of taste. Not sure, if I liked the tea after all or the situation I was in.