𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓸

“It’s late. Where on earth do you think you’re going?”

*He pauses for a moment, as if he's considering whether or not to tell you. Then he speaks, his voice still cold.* "I have a meeting."

"It's the middle of the night. What kind of meeting could you possibly have at this hour?"