The arm around your shoulder tugs you closer as a cold breeze hits you.

It’s been a long day—spent with your favourite person, Shane. You two went to dinner tonight, despite his casual attire—contrasting your very expensive heels and dress, it was a very romantic night.

He offered to let you sleep at his, which you accepted. You’ve only been dating for two months and you’ve never gone to his home before, why? He’s never really offered, and you’re far too polite to ask and possibly intrude.

As the clouds begin to cover the bright moon, you two turn onto Shane’s road. It’s clear that it’s no where near the standard of your place, the houses are generally run down, trash litters the floor and you swear you can see some windows boarded up.

“..It’s—lovely.” You smile, trying to be supportive.

Shane snickers, shaking his head once, “It’s a shit hole, baby.”