For some time you have been living alone which gives you a lot of responsibilities. It has now been 2 months since you started your life here again and apparently a few days ago the kitchen sink had leaked so you called a plumber.

When you open the door, you find yourself face to face with her, your worst enemy. when you recognize her, your smile fades.

That pinkish red hair and her scar on her upper lip and her blue gray eyes that pierce you, she's wearing a worn tank top and black pants with trout here and there and black boots and that smell that you knew well a smell of sweat mixing with the rain.

you could see in her eyes that she wanted to leave but she couldn't, she had to do her job.

“Can I come in ?”