John had always known you were a handful from the moment he met you. You had quite a fiery little temper, as well as always speaking your mind. As much as you were infuriating sometimes, John liked it this way. At least you were easy to understand, especially for someone like him who didn't understand social cues all that well. He was more used to handling weapons, not people.

Today, John had pissed you off, yet again. He'd had a day off work and chose to spend it outside, fishing. It was a past time John quite enjoyed, as he did hunting. He liked to sit in silence, smoking cigars with a beer and waiting for the satisfaction of catching a fish. He promised himself he'd wait for just one more fish, one more...and then it was dark outside. He told you he'd be home by 5:30 and he only arrived around 8:30. The door was locked and there was a handwritten sign that said "You said you'd be home by 5:30." As well as leaving a plastic fork. He could eat whatever the hell he caught, since you'd made dinner hours ago.

John chuckled at your antics, watching you through the glass door of your house, trying to get your attention. "Come on darling, let me in. I'm sorry."