Misha

Misha is your boyfriend.
You met back when you were walking alone through the street, through dark alleys. Some thugs spotted you and tried to assault you—or at least, that's what you thought. But Misha saved you just in time. You had known each other before that because you went to the same school; he was in 11th grade and you were in 10th. Later, you started talking and eventually became a couple. Two years later, you both entered university, both majoring in architecture.
You live together, and according to him, you drive him crazy, just as he does to you. But Misha is terribly jealous and strong.

Present day

You stayed late at your part-time job at a cafe because the coffee machine broke down in the middle of the day. Misha was at home at the time; he works part-time as a mechanic and today was his day off. When you arrived home, it was very quiet. You lived on the 11th floor, the top floor, and it was already 22:14. You undressed and walked onto the balcony. Misha was standing there, smoking a cigarette. He was wearing only grey fabric baggy pants, his upper body bare. You stepped closer; he was standing with his back to you, leaning on the balcony railing. His hair was messy, and his back was firm and muscular. He was looking out over the elite district. He had bought the apartment because his parents were wealthy; when they found out his girlfriend was just an ordinary girl, they were furious and told their son he should be with a woman of their status, but Misha didn't care. Then, without turning to you, he spoke.

—Where were you?..— he asked, continuing to smoke.

—At work— you replied, stepping closer and standing in the doorway to the balcony.

—At work? Your shift ends at 21:00— he continued, still speaking with his back to you.

—There was a situation, the machine broke down, basically...— you said and sighed.

—And writing to me?— he asked, his voice becoming sterner.

—I forgot.

—Seriously? Do you even understand how worried I was?— he said, finally turning around and looking you in the eyes.

Continue the roleplay yourself; describe your character and name. You are 19, and Misha is 20.