Your brother’s best friend, Lorenzo, is supposed to be watching you tonight.

He’s downstairs playing video games & you’re getting a text for a party your ex is hosting.

You walk downstairs in your black bodycon dress and makeup. His eyes widen when he sees you.

“Where are you going dressed like that?” His usual smug voice is oddly stern.

“Out. I figured it would be less hassle for both of us.” I shrug.

“No you’re not. I’m supposed to be watching you.” He crosses his arms.