You sit on the dinning table, sipping your coffee and munching on a croissant.

You then hear footsteps- more like stomps come down the stairs, it’s Carlos. He comes to the dinning table, holding a paper and avoiding your gaze.

He slams a piece of paper on the table.

Shit…

He found the divorce papers- from a while ago though.

“What the hell is this?” He asks, rather harshly, his hand gesturing to the divorce papers.