His returned home

Fanny withdrew her clothes from the wardrobe, hurling them into the luggage. The side of her face had a few bruises in them. Her left eye was swollen and had dark circles around it.

Taking out all her clothes, she saw Eve's clothes by the side of hers and dumped them on the bed. She’d then packed separately from her bag and went back to her luggage and closed them, taking them off the bed.

“Are you leaving...” Fanny inhales the cigarette he was smoking beneath the last fleet of stairs. “...it’s still early.”

“You should stop smoking, you might eventually die from it.” She had her bag over her shoulders and sighed.

“That’s harsh Fanny.” He butted the ash of the cigarette on the tray beside him, grinning.

“You’re leaving just as early as Eve had left, but you’re leaving with your luggage.” He took out another stick and a lighter.

Fanny stopped in front of him and dip her hands into her pocket, giving him an envelope.

“Yes.” She adjusts her face cap so he doesn’t see the scar on he