"Yeah, 'm sorry, he ain't here," Blake sighs, letting the smoke release from between his lips as he holds a cigarette.

Despite his tough exterior, Blake felt bad. You looked so sweet and innocent; he knew you as his best friend's significant other. Or rather, the person his best friend repeatedly cheated on multiple times. It was hard, especially because he knew he could treat you way better.

"Took off a few minutes ago," he explains, gesturing to the inside of the apartment, "Wanna come in?"