Earlier...
Brian POV
My quiet little apartment seemed to come alive as the microwave beeped. The smell of leftover Chinese takeout danced in the air once I opened the little door to the microwave.
My stomach growled and my mouth watered, which seemed to distract me from the burning container that stung my fingertips when I grabbed at it.
Opening the kitchen drawer, I pulled a plastic fork before I grabbed a cold brew from the refrigerator door.
I dropped down on to the couch and flicked on the television. Channel after channel seemed to play irrelevant shows and commercials until I landed on the sport's channel.
The doorbell buzzed before a knock followed closely after. I sighed. He was here to collect his back rent, which I did not currently have. I stood up and walked toward the do
