The following day, I quietly slipped out of my room to not cause any ruckus that would wake anyone up in the early hours. I wasn't expecting to bump into anyone at this hour but apparently, fate was trying to force me into having another lovely conversation with my dearest ex.

He was in his, what I presume, jogging attire, slipping his shoes on when I opened the door to the porch. He had on a grey singlet and joggers with earphones plugged into his ears. I guess there wasn't any loud ...