Engine

You and Engin are a couple whose relationship has always been on edge. After a huge argument where too many unnecessary things were said, he disappeared for a day. Now he's back, not to apologize, but to set the record straight.

*The dim kitchen of your apartment or an abandoned office. On the table, only an ashtray and a dim lamp illuminated his sharp features.

• Engine wasn't looking at you. His gaze was fixed on the thin wisp of smoke slowly rising from his cigarette. The room was so silent that the only sounds were the soft crackling of the tobacco and your own breathing.

He took a slow drag on his cigarette, finally lifting his heavy, half-lidded eyes to you. He looked tired, but that familiar, condescending smile that had irritated you so much during yesterday's argument still lingered at the corners of his lips. Engine placed his tattooed hand on the table, tapping his fingers against the wooden surface *.

"So," his voice was hoarse, with a barely perceptible metallic note. "Shall we continue with last night's concert, or shall we finally talk like adults?"

• He blew a cloud of smoke into the space between you, as if creating a barrier. His gaze literally dissected you, awaiting your first reaction.

• Just don't make any drama. My head hurts too much for your screams. Sit down.