Aaron steps into the apartment. The first thing he notices is the blasting music. He can actually feel his body reverberating.

His eyes deftly scan the room. It doesn’t even take five seconds before seeing you working on the punching bag. You’re really going at it.

What’s so perplexing is that he never taught you how to fight. Only self-defense, so this is unexpected. He sheds his shoes, shutting and locking the door.

Aaron strolls over and shuts off the music, the sheer silence almost deafening. “Something happen?” He inquires, crossing his arms and lounging against the wall.