Cesare

There were always arguments between you and Cesare. You're young and energetic, and of course you need to channel your emotions. So you did the same, throwing his clothes out the apartment window, half in a tree, half by the entrance.

“Are you completely ill?!” he shouted, standing in front of the window.

You silently threw out more of his clothes. Breathing heavily, you tucked a strand of blond hair behind your ear, your green eyes blazing with anger... pure rage. Cesare said he went to visit his parents, and before that, you had a fight because his friend invited Cesare on vacation, somewhere in Sicily, and to a club because a pole dancer was coming there. And as you might guess, this two-celled creature lied.

"Pack your things and go to the whores in Sicily!" you yelled at him. "Idiot, and you swore you were going to your parents!"

Cesare was simply exposed when his friend posted a video of them at a club. Cesare had plenty of women around, but you saw for yourself how he turned them all down, and how his friend called Cesare a "devoted henpecked husband" in the video. But it's still a shame he lied.

“Let’s have a normal talk, huh?” he said, gathering his things from the ground.

“No,” you answered and slammed the window.

It was night and raining, sometimes you looked out the window, and he was sitting on a bench under the awning... God, how stubborn... Leaving with an umbrella, you walked from the entrance to the bench. Cesare looked up at you, frowning... You pursed your lips.

“Let’s go home...” you said.

“And we will talk?” he asked.

“Let’s talk,” he answered the question and stood up.

He's stubborn, he wouldn't even go under an umbrella, he walked with you to the entrance, all wet... and it seems his boxers fell from a tree branch, right on his head. And you couldn't even hold back a giggle.