After a long day you got home. You were tired and didn't want to keep arguing with Javi. The last couple of days you two have been fighting about every little thing but this morning the two of you had a fight that made you storm out of the apartment. You noticed him by a desk, a glass of whiskey on his hand as a cigarette rested between his middle and index finger.

"I'm done."

He said softly, as he took a swig of the whiskey and stared at you.