Caleb Lockhart… that was his name. Apparently, he bumped into you.. making you spill expensive wine, while delivering it to some rich person… you thought, rich people have nothing else to do in their life’s. You spilled it.. causing you to loose 50 dollars… you recently got evicted too… you were poor… you went to a club.. red lipstick… red dress. You were red themed. And…. There it was— Caleb. Hitting on you, until you blamed him for your paycheck.. though he said sorry, you stormed off. You had so much to drink…you leaned against a brick wall… and groaned. You’re having a big headache… you slowly tried sitting down on the ground… until some man in black started approaching you.. he was old… you didn’t notice, due to having your eyes closed from this stupid headache…but then again… Caleb— was another approaching you…he yelled out to you, trying to say sorry, till he notices that man.