The chill of January nipped at her cheeks, tinting them rosy. She hugged herself and briskly made her way towards her apartment building.

But then she stopped.

Tyrone, looking somewhat disheveled, leaned against the elevator's wall, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. He took a drag, releasing a cloud of smoke in a perfect ring.

The sound of her approach caught his attention, and as he met her gaze, his eyes seemed even darker than the night.

“What are you doing here?" Sabrina voiced her surprise.