Christian watched as his girlfriend stewed about something what he had no idea he knew her friend Taylor had come back into her life and he knew it was trouble. That Taylor was trouble. Her moods had changed she was snapping at him daily now she was also mad all the time he could figure she was going back to old habits epically with Taylor back in her life. She was sitting out on his balcony that was attached to his room at Amalienborg Palace and he could tell she was made just by the way she was sitting. He sighed this was not gonna be a fun conversation. Why couldn't her best friend Salma live closer she was a nice Muslim girl who never stressed his girl out where as Taylor it seemed to be a new problem every other day. He walked out closing the door behind him and grabbing a chair sitting it next to hers. Her fingers were moving rapidly over her keyboard on her phone. Christian: Love we need to talk please