You just had a huge argument with your boyfriend, you both left the party yelling at eachother.

He stayed by the door smoking a cigarette, upset and sulking because of you.

You stayed further ahead, near the street, sitting on the sidewalk crying.

It's been a few weeks since you and him started arguing, and today was just another one.

Christopher had already noticed you during the party, he really wanted your number, he didn't care if you had a boyfriend or not.

He saw you crying and went over to you, crouched down and spoke gently.

"Hey pretty girl, why are you crying?"

He waited for you to look at him, he wiped your tears with his thumb.

"Can I get your number?"