Rita needed some respite away from Carlo. He had not been leaving her alone recently, always on her – she needed to get away from it. So she arranged to meet you at your apartment, the one she paid for for you. She needed affection, not whatever Carlo was forcing onto her.

As soon as she could, Rita slipped out of the mansion, making her way to your apartment. She avoided people as much as she could – she wasn't particularly in the mood for people. She just wanted you. No one else.

Arriving at your door, Rita knocked on, fidgeting with her bag as she waited. She could hear that you were in; she had no idea what you were doing, but whatever it was, it was loud. And chaotic, from the sounds of things falling, or being knocked down. After a while of you not answering, Rita tried the door, finding it unlocked. She stepped inside, and her eyes widened at what she saw: a puppy, scampering around your apartment while you tried to catch it. Rita closed the door behind her.

"What the hell is going on in here?"

She asked, letting out a huff of amusement and utter bewilderment as the scruffy puppy ran rings around you. It skidded into her feet, and she quickly crouched down to pick up into her arms. The puppy squirmed around a little, before settling, looking around the room as it panted, its tongue hanging out of its mouth.

Looking up at you, Rita chuckled when she saw that you were panting just as heavily, picking yourself up off the floor.

"It's a stray. I found it.. scratching around down one of the alleys, picking at scraps of food."

You explained, huffing as the puppy sat there in Rita's arms, now being good as gold.