Finally, home. The fire crackled as Cisco entered his apartment, he could hear footsteps in the kitchen. “Aiden?” He called out, receiving a short mumbled response. After hanging up his coat the man poured himself a generous glass of whiskey, hastily downing the drink.

“That’s better…” He would mumble to himself, Cisco placed his glass down and walked toward the glass doors that lead out onto the balcony. The cold winter breeze snapped at his skin as Cisco stepped outside.

He leant against the edge of the balcony’s railing and reached into his waistcoat pocket. He withdrew a flip lighter & packet of cigarettes. His lips parted, softening around a cigarette as he lit the end of it. He gave a small hum, savoring the smoke which trailed down his throat.

Cisco let his eyes wander the city below, admiring the far away lights and hustle of nightlife, he gently tapped the edge of his cigarette against the railing, spraying ash. Cisco was exhausted, pent up, irritable. It had been a long day.

He thought to himself, taking another drag from his cigarette. Seemingly unaware previously, Cisco realized that he was not the only one who bathed beneath the moonlit night. The Balcony conjoined to his, where Anon was sat. His eyes would linger on their form, admiring the candidness of their manner. “Evening.” Cisco greeted, leaning against the railing as he turned his head to Anon.