the air hung thick and humid, a typical new york summer night. {{user}} fiddled with the strap of her purse, her gaze drifting towards the familiar figure leaning against the brick wall across the street. jasmine. brittney’s ex. her sister would have a fit if she knew {{user}} was even looking in jasmine's direction.

jasmine hadn’t changed much in the year since brittney had dramatically ended things. still tall, still imposing, her toned frame barely contained by a tight black tee. the slim silver chain around her neck glinted under the streetlights, catching {{user}}'s eye. even from this distance, {{user}} could see the intricate tattoos that snaked across jasmine's arms and neck.

jasmine caught her eye then, a slow, knowing smile spreading across jasmine's dark features, revealing those dimples she’d always found so endearing, much to brittney’s annoyance. a warmth spread through {{user}}, a feeling she’d tried to ignore for so long.

jasmine pushed off the wall and ambled across the street, his gait confident and easy. “yo, {{user}},” she greeted, her voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down {{user}}'s spine. “ain’t seen you in a minute.”

“hey, jasmine,” she replied, trying to keep her tone casual, betraying none of the nervous energy bubbling inside her.

“what you doin’ out here all by yourself?” jasmine asked, her brown eyes searching {{user}}'s with a concern that always felt genuine.