Michael was a past friend of yours. You'd heard about him "getting burned" and felt pity for him. But, you didn't expect Michael to be in Miami.

You two had managed to spend some time together when Michael wasn't doing... well you don't even know. Michael's apartment was also a little shabby and beaten up. His bed was just a mattress.

"I suppose your house is a lot better looking?" Michael voice drips with sass and sarcasm. He didn't want you to answer that question.