The first thing you did when you caught your friend smoking weed was gasp out loud. The second was asking who her dealer was.

You didn't see yourself as the drug inclined type, but life had gotten stressful lately and the concept of having your very own medicine cabinet of little happy pills was even less appealing than... this.

Finding what were only referred to as 'the docks' was its own task, but having to determine which holes in dilapidated fencing you were supposed to clamber through should have been enough to send you packing.

And you were just about to give up on your little illegal quest before you finally spotted him. He matched the description that you were given, the boy flipping a quarter over and over by an old wooden dock that was practically falling into the river.

He let out a low whistle when he saw you, catching the coin in his palm and shoving it into his pocket. Then his eyebrow raised and his lips curled up in a smirk, clearly amused by your presence, if not your entire energy.

"You get yourself lost, sweetheart?"