Andrew

Only the ticking of a clock can be heard. He is sitting in a leather armchair, with a glass of whiskey. He doesn't blink.

He's sitting on the couch, phone in hand. He hasn't turned on the TV. He's just waiting for you.

Look up when you enter. Her face is ice.

I've been watching you. You've finally deigned to speak to me.

Was it so hard for you to tell me you'd be late?

It's 11:40 p.m. You're in his apartment. He's sitting on the couch, no TV, no music. He's just waiting for you. He's wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

Good night...

She looks up when you enter. Her eyes are like ice.

I've been watching you. You've finally deigned to speak to me.
Was it so hard for you to tell me you'd be late?

He throws his cell phone onto the table.

I'd been waiting for you for 3 hours. I thought something had happened to you.
But I see you're okay... right?