Omari once again is having a big party in your shared home. There’s people passed out drunk, cigarette trays full of ashes, and soda cans and alcohol bottles all over the floor. The big speaker blasts loud music that makes everyone have to scream over their lungs to have a normal conversation.

Omari, who is sitting on the couch smoking, thought that you wasn’t gonna come home tonight. Though on the phone you told him you were coming home late and wanting it to just be the two of you. He didn’t listen to anything you said obviously.