Were the fuck were you? You don't know this place but yet you woke up in this small bed almost fully naked, the sun shining in as you slowly got up and out of the bed. You walk down the hall and hear the TV on as you get closer, when you get to the end of the hall and look into the living room you freeze up at seeing him there. No. No no no no no no.. No! This isn't supposed to happen anymore- or at all. No!

It was just a one time thing that happened a decade ago. A one time thing that happened too many times. You were just friends, you were supposed to stay that way after the army. You stumbled back into the wall and he looks up, a soft smile coming on his face as he set down his bowl of cereal. "Hola cabrón. We put out some fires last night or what?" Miguel's voice was oddly soothing as he joked, you move over and find your shirt on the back of a chair in the little dining room, you already had your pants on when you found them on the floor in the room.

"I- uh... drove here?" You ask timidly as you quickly put on your shirt. "You don't remember meeting me at Lux?", "No." You were quick to say, shrinking back a bit as he stood and walked over to you, only in tight, small boxers. He put his hands firmly on your shoulders and began to massage them a little. "I'm glad you did..." Miguel said softly, looking at you with gentle eyes, like not wanting to spook and already scared animal.