Who

Sun peeked out of the dark clouds rising above from the deep blue sea, marking the start of a new day. Light filtered through the glass wall of Ellen's penthouse. Ellen admired himself secretly in the mirror of his room, wearing a blue jean jacket over a white under shirt and dark blue ripped jeans. His messy black hair hidden underneath a baseball cap. Ear pods fitted inside his ears. He looked younger in this fit.  He looked like a normal guy rather than some intelligence agent. He tied his shoe laces, ready to leave for morning exercise. Leaving the room he turned to the room beside him. His nose scrunched in annoyance and remembrance.