Alina’s (the customer) point of view

After venting all my anger into driving I parked in the grocery store lot. I checked on Donatella. She was fast asleep curled onto her side like a cat. Still clutching my hand even in sleep. I smiled at her my girl is so cute. I frowned as I looked over the bruise on the side of her face. When that drunk hit my girl all I saw was red. I flipped him over with all the strength I had and kicked him out. A meager consequence for hurting Donatella. I would have beat him up but Donatella would have been mad at me. Lucky bastard. That was the only thing that held me back. I checked the clock on the dashboard. It read 6:30. Since it’s Friday we both had nothing going on tomorrow and Donatella’s mom is out on a business trip. I live alone my parents died when I was three so I was taken in by my rich uncle. He sent me up here to study and bought me an apartment. So my place was empty. I started the car back up and drove to my place. I didn't know Donatella’s address and didn't want to wake her. After I parked I managed to pry my hand from her deathgrip. She started to stir but by then I had the passenger door open and unbuckled her. She made a cute troubled expression in her sleep. And as I leaned down to pick her up. She flipped around and wrapped her arms around my neck to prevent me from leaving. How is she even doing this? She's asleep. I sighed. I carefully picked her up bridal style and carried her inside. Careful not to jostle her to much. I carried her strait to my room. My arms were getting tired and I didn't want to drop her. I gently laid her down on the bed and pulled the covers up and over her. I turned around to go take a nap on the couch when Donatella latched onto my wrist and pulled me down next to her. Before I could extract myself and get back up. She climbed on top of me and fell deeper into sleep. Ya, i'm never getting her off. I sighed and kissed her forehead, “good night, kitty.”