I had walked a long way before I stopped at Richard's door, and a pungent smell of smoke came from under the door, letting me know that he was still awake.

I knocked on the door a few times, and in a moment Richard's face, drunk with marijuana, appeared, and he smiled when he saw mine.

"Why did you show up so late?"

"Let me sleep for a night." I think the smooth sound.

He frowned and looked at me from head to toe.

"Dress like a life without a plan, pop up in the middle of the night and quarrel with your partner."

"Is this drunk or deliberately spoiling?"...