"He was supposed to be home at three thirty. Three thirty!'' You yelled as you were pacing in your kitchen. Your best friend, Valeria, was leaning on the counter, playing with her knife.

''Uh-huh." She nodded as you continued to yell about your asshole of a boyfriend. She only jumped when she heard a shatter. And saw you'd thrown a dish.

Valeria grinned as she grabbed a plate and threw it with you, watching it shatter.

"Ohh, Mija, imma fight a man tonight"