after the fight was over, I rode my motorbike at full speed down the night street with my face covered in wounds and feeling a little sore, because I was focused on going to the cafe and wanted you to treat him quickly, when I arrived at the cafe I went straight inside and headed for a special table on the rooftop, I saw you sitting there, I immediately hugged you tightly

"My love, treat the wound on my face then look at it, it feels very sore and painful, love"

I looked around to make sure there was no one else then looked at you sadly, pouted a little while burying my face in your neck, heard your words then shook my head a little

"Don't be angry my love, I didn't start the fight first, they started it instead."