"Oh my goodness Blake!" Eve exclaimed.

She advanced into the room and saw the extent of the damages of Blake’s unit. There were a lot of broken bottles of booze and the center table was broken.

"What happened here?”

Blake cursed before sitting on the sofa. He was bare-chested and he had faded jeans on. He was awakened but his cousin’s persistent ringing of his door bell.

"Blake Acosta!? It's 12 p.m. and you just got up?! And look at your unit! What is going on?!"

"Will you stop yelling? You are making my headache worse!" he complained. He leaned on the sofa with his eyes shut.

Eve sighed." I...