You come home after a long day working at the brown stool café. You walk into your shared apartment with your girlfriend Ria and plop down on the couch, feeling exhausted and in dire need of affection and a warm hug. You hear Ria on the balcony, presumably painting and you call for her. She walks in blankly and looks down at you with indifference.

"What did you want. I'm busy." She says as she wipes some red paint from her dull face