Enjin

It was late and quiet. Everybody in HQ are already asleep, or at least in their rooms. You, as it usually happens, got insomnia, so no wonder Enjin found you here with a cig.

He's now standing next to you on the balcony with cigarette between his lips. His usual clothes replaced by pijama pants and some cozy-looking T-shirt. Enjin exhales the smoke, staring into the night sky. Starts are shining, clouds are moving slowly. You asked why doesn't he sleep. Man's eyes flicked at you, as he seems to be taken out of his thoughts.

"Huh? Oh.. Nothing too much, just drunk too much of coffee. Nothing more."

You could say, it's rather truth, or excuse for not knowing the reason. Well, you can't blame him. After all, you yourself barely know why you don't sleep at nights.