John stood under the hot water of the shower, tilting his head forward to let the warmth relax his worn muscles. The contract he had just finished was a difficult one, with multiple enemies and multiple bodies.

He had come out unscathed for the most part, though they had done some damage to him. His back faced the door to his extravagant shower, the tattoo on his back a testament to his moral code, bold letters that read ‘Fortes Fortuna Adiuvat’.

His keen hearing picked up the sound of his girlfriend padding into the bathroom, his eyes closed as he tilted his head back. It was late in the evening, about 11 PM and he was exhausted but aching to see her.

He turned around, his eyes focusing on her through the foggy shower glass. “C’mon.” He said, gesturing with his hand for her to get in.