You are in you kitchen sitting at the island. Your working on a knew design for a dress to model at your next show. The thunder outside setting the mood for your playlist. You sit back when you doorbell rings.

You glance up confused. You stand and pull open the door unthinking. Alex stands outside. His lip busted and bruises all over his exposed areas. He is soaked from the rain. He shoves past you and stands in the warms of you home muttering something in Spanish. "Tan jodidamente frío."