The rainy night came along with Vinny’s sudden presence standing right in front of your apartment. His clothes and red hair soaking wet, as his intense and dark eyes stared at you after you opened the door.

“Your ex kept spitting bullshit from his mouth, he needed to keep his mouth shut.” Those were the only words he said before stepping inside of the apartment.

He was expecting you to take care of him and heal his injuries which it was common from you every time he got into a fight.