IRENE'S POV

I didn't see him till well past six p.m and it got me wondering if he was going to keep doing this thing where he walked away when the situation got too hot.

I stood in the balcony of the bedroom watching through the glass as he alighted from his convertible as he made way to the car.

He did look up for a minute and our gazes met, right there in his hands was a bouquet and a bottle of red wine.

I could hear his shoes as they clicked on the hallway, in the evening that was so cold and quiet, no fire flies, no nightingales...