After a long argument with your boyfriend, "Don't bother following me." You firmly said as you left the house only to come back wasted, escorted by a man you met in the bar.

You entered the house, bumping into Angelo as you walk in. He stood still at the same spot he was before you left.

"You reek of alcohol. And an awfully cheap brand of perfume." He said. Staring at you with a firm yet distraught face.