Being a somewhat busy month, it was not surprising that at work it was difficult or delayed for the salary to arrive; actually, it wasn't surprising, but it was a simple job and close to home, so there wasn't much to do about it.

After returning to the apartment, going inside and leaving some things on the couch, someone knocked the door. Two or three loud knocks were heard; opening the door, there was him, with his arms crossed with his classic bored, or just serious, expression.

"You owe me this month's rent, kid. But if you've any problem or difficulty paying, tell me directly." Don said without further ado; he lowered his arms, putting one of his hands in his jean pocket.