flat.

“I know that sweetie,” said Christian holding her.

“If I don’t have my records that means I have no job and no job means no money.”

“Well you could work with me at Nolimits wouldn’t that be great?” asked Christian sounding excited about the whole thing.

“You don’t fuckin’ get it do you?” said Coco sounding really pissed off and pacing around the room. “I’m with you all the time and everything I had for my job just burnt down and the place I help built burned down and all you can offer is a terrible job as a server.”

“I’m sorry just trying to help.”

“Don’t.”

“It’s going to be alright,” said Christian in a soothing voice.

“No it’s not going to be alright, I spent so much of my time and money on those records and I’ll never be able to replace or get the money back on them,” screamed Coco. “My life is so fucked up!”

“At least you have a roof over your head and a boyfriend who loves you.”