Carlos closed the first aid kit box. “I’m hungry.” He looked at Triffany.

“Make yourself a meal.” Triffany looked down at her injured hand.

“I’m tired.” He curled his lips up.

Triffany runs her hands through her hair. “I’m tired too and I got an injury. “ she lift up her hands for him to see.

Carlos scoffed at her excuse. “What did you do that made you tired?” He asked with a frowned, thinking back at what she must have done at that man’s place.

“I have been busy.” She furrowed her brow.

“Not as if you have a job.” Carlos sighed.

Triffany bite down her lips, sure enough...