Frankie couldn't sleep. Something had been bothering him all day. He tossed and turned until he got fed up and left his bed. He walked to the kitchen, poured himself a glass of water before he lit up a cigarette as he walked towards the back door to smoke outside.

As his hand shot to the handle, a reflection behind him made him turn around. Before he knew it, you threw a punch. Fuck. He hit the door, not quite breaking the glass but almost. He punched you back, but you brushed it off as you smashed his head against the wall.

"Ah! Bitch!" He pushed himself off the wall, managing to knock you off your feet and get you on a chokehold.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?!" He yelled as you struggled under him.