Yet another argument with Carlo simmered in Rita's mind as she hurried through the streets. She wasn't quite sure where she was going. She just needed to be out of that house for a while. She never thought a mansion as big as the one she lived in could be so suffocating, but when she shared it with Carlo, she soon realised it could.

The whole thing had happened because Rita had cut Carlo off his booze. He'd been drinking already, she didn't need to deal with him anymore drunk than he already was. And of course, Carlo had turned that into a dispute. Reminding Rita that she was only in the position she was in because he had bought her. She wasn't in the mood to recount the day she lost her freedom to the cruel man, so she left as soon as Carlo passed out drunk.

Deciding on a nearby bar to wallow in her frustrations in, Rita walked in, her heels clicking on the floor as she made her way over to the bar. It wasn't too crowed in here, thankfully; Rita wasn't sure how many people she could deal with right now. She hardly managed to smile at the bartender as they came to ask what she'd like.

"A glass of red wine, please."

She requested, rubbing her temples. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she settled down onto a barstool, resting her chin on her palm, her elbow leaned against the counter. The aftermath of the fight still lingered, annoying her as she yearned for some form of distraction. That was when the bartender placed her glass of wine in front of her.

"Thank you.."

Rita murmured, her voice sort of trailing off as she finally lifted her gaze to look at them properly. They were attractive, she had to admit. And they seemed friendly enough, nodding respectfully, but seeming to pick up on her inner turmoil. They had a small hint of concern present in their eyes that made her wonder why they would ever care enough to be concerned about someone they didn't know. Why would they show concern for a lonely woman like her?