The traffic sounds, beeping, drivers running their mouths could be heard from my window. The lights illuminated the street as I peered down. Sleep was evading, and so I watched from my little nook as a couple stood on the other side of the street.

The guy was playing with her belt that was keeping her jacket closed. She was smiling, her teeth gleaming under the moonlight as she giggled and caressed his arm.

I felt like a conscious creeper, but I still stared as they came together into a kiss. It lasted for several beats even as a loud truck whizzed by-it did not faze them. They were in their own world, oblivious to cars, pedestrians hurriedly trying to reach their home at this late night, even the insomniacs like me.

When they broke away, I saw the girl's face: shrouded in a frown...where did the smile go? She tipped her head forward and leaned on him. He held onto her and then made a half turn as a teenager on a skateboard said, "MOVE!" He was on the wall now, his profile visible as he watched the kid skate away.

He looked down at her and saw...I didn't know what he saw but apparently he did because immediately he shook out of her grasp and his facial expression changed. They said something to each other, with the indication that his mouth was moving and then his eyebrows crowded his eyes, his mouth turning into a scowl.

Her heels made an echo as she stepped back and quickly jetted for a pristine blue car that was parked right under my apartment. She pointed something at it and rapidly went in the driver's seat, yanking the door close before the guy had the chance to stop it.

His fists pounded on the window and it could clearly be heard him screaming, "Stella! Stella open the fucking door!"

I looked at the street, it seemed that everything had stilled, no cars passed, no bodies in sight as the man's yelling was repeated several times. This Stella was in what I assumed her/his/or their car as he said, "I cannot believe you did this to me! Stella get out of the car right now. Right. Now."

The man, now breathing hard ran his hand through his head and grabbed onto the streetlight a few feet away. He whispered to himself and scraped his hands on the pole, over and over again.

Silence for a few seconds.

Was anyone else hearing this? Should I call the cops, or wait it out? What to do, what to do?

I was pushing my face into the window mesh screen, trying to take more of a peek now as the man marched towards the woman's car window. It appeared that his mind was set for something and he slammed his hand on front hood of the car and tilted his head to be eye level with Stella. He stared immensely in the car, I wondered what Stella was doing. Crying? Smiling? Cowering? Calling the authorities, like I had thought?

And what was with the sudden turn-around from happy-lovey couple that were eating their faces off to this? Had such a conversation occurred that it tattered their interior?

No questions were answered, the man nodded and briskly trotted away, pulling his hood over his face.

I must have broken down and gone to sleep at some point because in the morning when I peered down to see if the blue car was still there, it wasn't. The only thing remained was the edgy feeling of departure.