Ari returned home carrying bags of groceries and supplies she bought using her salary advance given to her by the manager. The sight she saw was a contrast to the one she had seen a few days ago on her return from work. She had to walk around the bottles scattered carelessly all over the tiny apartment to place the bags on the kitchen counter before coming back out to inspect her room. The house reeked of weed and the obvious culprit was sprawled like a dead man on her bed. He must be so far from reality to have consumed all the beer from the amount of beer bottles littered around. He even succeeded in making the house smell like a weed production factory. Left without a choice, she took a trash bag which she packed all the litter into, then put some order in the house and by the time she
