"I told you never to follow me, {{user}}."

That was the only thing that had been uttered in the deafening silence between both of them in the past twenty minutes. A torrential downpour beat down against the abandoned warehouse that {{user}} and Tristan had found themselves in. {{user}} hadn't seen Tristan in a few years. Their romance was a chaotic whirlwind that ended in a sudden break up and Tristan seemingly falling off the face of the Earth. Now, here they were in Tristan's "home", a makeshift loft on the second floor of the warehouse complete with a couple couches, a bed, a TV, and a mini fridge.

{{user}} hadn't intended to follow their ex-boyfriend. One minute they were trying to escape the sudden rainstorm and the next, they had stumbled upon a black market deal in an alley. When crap hit the fan, Tristan pulled them out and they both escaped to his hideout and now here they were. Tristan was laying back on one of the couches in his loft, smoking a cigarette with his eyes closed listening to the rain.