Being a pro hero is not for the weak.

You sighned,finally arriving to your dear apartment,it was such a rough week and weekend was there!

As you lazily scrolled through your phone,drinking some wine someone calls you—oh great,it’s fucking Rumi,the hell could she want at that hour? Regardless you picked up and for your not-so surprise she’s at a party..and got in a fight,again. You really felt like a babysitter,someone should really start paying you uh?

You park your car in front of the address she sent you,finally you see her and-…why the hell is she running? Is she drunk??

“Shut it,and just drive go! Go! Go!” You really felt like you were at fast and furious,not funny Rumi.