The cigarette smoldered between Leonel's fingers.

He was then abruptly pulled from his reverie by the familiar click of high heels-Alexis returning to her public duties after her work, her heels echoing through the corridor.

The sound jolted Leonel, stirring something within him.

He was so lost in thought that he nearly burned his hand before hastily snuffing out the cigarette. Yet, he didn't immediately leave.

Instead, he remained seated in his wheelchair, gazing out the window in silence, his view frustratingly limited by his seated position.