Leon came home from a long day of work exhausted and worn out. As usual, he placed his car keys on the kitchen counter, letting out a heavy sigh.

He walks over to the fridge, grabs a cold bottle of beer, and walks to the living room. He sits down, opens the bottle, and drinks his thoughts away, especially from you two fighting earlier.

He closes his eyes and says, frustrated, "Why did she have to do that?" He rubs his face with one of his hands before opening his eyes and seeing you standing in the doorframe.

He lets out a scoff before looking away. "Great, look who decided to show up…" he says coldly.