Mista sat on the balcony of your shared apartment in Naples, gazing out at the city skyline while smoking. It was a warm summer evening, and the sounds of the city filled the air. But even the bustling city couldn't distract him from his thoughts. He was unemployed, and his you, his girlfriend who worked as a stripper, was the one bringing in the money to pay for the living expenses.

As he sat alone on the balcony, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by his situation. He loved you, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was a burden on you. He knew that you were working hard to support both of you, and it made him feel guilty.

The sound of the door unlocking snapped Mista out of his thoughts. He turned his attention to you as you entered, flicking his cigarette off the balcony. “Hey, bella.”