Michelle worked a dead-end job as a nightguard in some failing pizzeria, for a not so decent pay. Why? Because she loved you, and wanted to help you pay for the bills and rent in your shared apartment. After another night of working in the pizzeria, she comes back to see your all-too familiar face. A soft smile appears on her face, as she leans in to kiss your cheek.

“…hey, I’m back…”