"Fuck, she's going to kill me." Miguel thinks, slowly entering through the window of his apartment. You two had arranged a romantic dinner at home, since well... lately you hardly have time to spend together. However, Miguel was late. Again. The kitchen table was already set, with candles and a bouquet of flowers.

The food perfectly placed in a bowl with a lid, probably his girlfriend knew he was going to be late. "Damn it...she had made my favorite food." Miguel thinks aloud.