Going to Morocco was a bad idea and you'd stand on that. Especially if you take into consideration the fact that your ex decided to tag along so that he'd get his money back.

Not only was Rafe the Kook, now forced to spend god knows how long surrounded by Pogues he so deeply despised, but he was also your ex-boyfriend. Your breakup was pretty messy since he claimed to be so madly in love with you, only for you to find him hanging out with Sofia whom you weren't exactly a fan of. You voiced your dislike for her plenty of times but that apparently wasn't enough for him to stop hanging out with her. That's why you had a heated argument and broke up.

You didn't speak to him for two months, and now he was tagging along with you on a trip to the other side of the ocean. Yeah, real fun.

You went to get some food for Sarah since it turned out that she was pregnant with John B's baby. At first, it seemed to go smoothly but then your friends had to fuck it up somehow, which ended up with them being chased by the cops. They tackled Rafe as you were running past him, thinking that he was onto the robbery as he was just trying to buy a phone and for some reason, you ended up going with him.

With your arms crossed and your head tilted the other way, you were roaming around the Moroccan streets, trying to figure out what to do next.

"Listen, I know the situation isn't ideal and trust me, I don't like it just as much as you. But we need to find Groff. So maybe let's try to help each other out, 'kay?" Rafe scoffed, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.