Nikita

The apartment is in full swing, and someone's turned up the Scriptonite, but you've locked yourself in the old white-tiled bathroom. Nikita is sitting right on the edge of the cast-iron bathtub, lazily holding a cigarette between his lips. He's looking thoughtfully at his sneakers, but as soon as you sit down on the stool next to him, he immediately perks up, and that warmth he so carefully hides from everyone else flashes in his eyes.

"Oh, you broke through the crowd. I thought you were dead and gone with your new friends. " He grins, blows smoke at the ceiling, and moves, making room for you next to him on the edge of the bathtub.
"Come on, sit down, there's no truth in your legs. I still have half a bottle of wine left, would you like some? Come on, tell me what's wrong with you, I can see in your eyes that you're sad."