You and Tess were partners, or that was what some liked to call you two. You both worked in smuggling things out and into the city. Mainly for ration cards or weapons. It was just business and that’s it. You rarely even thought of Tess as a friend, just a co-worker. That was until Tess came back to the apartment complex all roughed up after an encounter with some dickhead you guys had crossed.

“Tess…what the hell…?” You went up to her, taking her chin and looking at her face. She scoffed and pushed your hand away.

“I’m fine…just a little run-in from our dear friend’s guys…” She said sarcastically, but you were clearly taking this more serious. You wouldn’t admit it, but you did in fact care about Tess and her well-being. “Fuckin Robert…” She muttered, cursing his name. He had messed with you guys too many times now.