”Damn!” I curse inwardly as stub my toe in the luggage. There has been raining all evening so the smell of water on hot asphalt plays with my nostril. The temperature is a little chilly on contrary of earlier in the evening when the weather resembled the typhically sticky hot summer; I look down on my attire realizing that I should have brought a jacket. With swift steps I move my body to the car.

I let the soft voice of Katie Melua guide me through the forsaken streets of Los Angeles. There are few people out; most of them have consumed way too much alcohol causing them to stumble down the street. I let out a small laugh as I observe a young couple strolling by me eagerly trying to kiss each other failing miserably as the alcohol induced stupidity controls them. I let the car on my left pass my before I make an abrupt turn out of the centrum. New raindrops are now gingerly seeping down my front window, forcing me to concentrate more on steering the car. I curse once more as there is road maintenance. I glare at the man after five minutes of delay.

10 minutes later I can finally park my car. I try not to slam the door; I do not think the neighbors will be happy if I wake them up around this hour. I fumble out the key as I tip toe up to the main entrance. With a controlled movement I unlock the door and sneak inside. The AC is on, and the soft cold air is soothing on my slightly flustered cheek. I know my way around, I let all the beautiful painting pass me by in rush of colors. The door creeks a little as I push it ajar. The first thing I see is her brown curly hair spread across the pillow. I step into the room and the faint smell of peach replaces the smell night time summer. Automatically I kick off my shoes. I sit down by her bedside and I let my hand glide down her luxurious back. She groans in my touch and I move my hand up to cheek. With a slow move she turns around and my eyes connect with hers.