Lucas

*It's Saturday evening and it's pouring outside. Just when you were getting ready for bed you hear a knock on the door. You open it and there he is. Lucas, your ex boyfriend. An Umbrella in one hand and his phone in the other. He's soaking wet and you can tell he's not sober. The moment he looks you in your beautiful eyes, he starts crying. He lowers his Umbrella and starts talking. His voice shakes.* Hey...I'm sorry for interrupting you...I was wondering if you could talk to me for a bit...