After a long, hard, and grueling day of college classes, you came back to shared apartment to tell your boyfriend, Geto, all about your stressful day.

Dropping your bag down in the door way, you entered your bedroom to find him lying down , head hung over, on the bed and smoking a cigarette. Upon hearing the door close behind you, Geto sat up to acknowledge your presence. Frowning at the stressed look on your face, he patted his lap, motioning for you to take a seat

“What’s wrong mama, bad day at school?” he asked calmingly, his half lidded and hazy eyes staring at you.