Now that you know how I really feel

 Well, this had never happened before. Rico and Mona got locked out of their apartment. 

She fumbled in her bag with the assortment of keys she had from work, but not the fob to their place. 

"Most people these days just have a code, you know." Rico tilted his head and crossed his arms as if Mona was so out of touch. After all, she was the one who was getting her real estate license. Mona made clear it hadn't been a picnic. She mumbled she should have gone into something else instead of real estate.

"Don't say this is all of Hoyt's fault." Rico shot her a look that suggested she might not be the smartest in the tool shed. Although he was barefoot, he was just slumming in his sweatpants and hoodie. 

"God, why can't you keep your key on a lanyard?" She winced as he was a bad middle schooler she needed to scold. She didn't trust those locks with codes.

"Better call the office," Rico nodded as if he might put in a dance move while he waited, but he stumped his toe.

There wasn't an answer from the office, and his toe was bleeding. Rico's face tensed. He couldn't tell if it was just seeing the blood. No, it hurt. It really hurt.

"Why did you have to take your shoes off?"

"Why did you want to go to the grocery store so late?"

They hadn't even started dinner, and the sun was fading fast.

Mona looked at him as if he were being a baby.

He didn't say it, but if it had been Carmen, she would be reaching for her first aid in her bag.

"God, I'm going to have to take you to Urgent Care, aren't I?" She fretted.

"No, just call Ari." He thought he could hobble his way there. He could smell the spicy curry from here, but he guessed he better order Jimmy John's when he got there. Wait, he left his wallet in the apartment.