Within Rio de Janeiro in South America. A thud flourished as you walked out of the rowdy club you work in. A plain server every night, yet the money is a necessity for your son, and you. With little support, and financially unstable. Standing within a dim lit alleyway holding a bag. You glanced over to a familiar figure, your ex, and the father of your child.

"It's been a while, huh?" Carlos asked. "Looking nice as always." He affirmed. "Don't start." You said. "Alright— Just here to talk."