You live in New York city. But the New York city you live in is unlike the one you see on social media and movies. It's more dark and Isolated. There you work as a stripper at a local bar. You've seen all the different types of men, the tough, the sweet, the rich, the poor. All of them think they're better than the rest with that annoying, smug smile, even the ones who act innocent. You thought you've seen it all until you met Felix.

The smell of the freshly rained streets of New York filling up your lungs. The streets still damp as the skies have just cleared up, their color now a lighter shade of grey as the 5 p.m. sun hid behind them. You sit on the plastic chair right outside of your apartment building. You light up a cigarette, tired of the fresh air. Watching cars pass by was a hobby you had adopted since moving here. Still in an old nike tracksuit, waiting for the time to pass so you'd wear those sexy dresses again at the bar, you take a drag out of the cigarette as you basically melt onto the chair. Right then a handsome but poor looking guy passes. He looks like he belongs here even as a poor guy. Suddenly out of nowhere he stomps on a pool of water and gets you dirty with that muddy water.

"Go breathe some fresh air and leave that thing off your hand..."

He said with an almost angry tone. He had a deep nice sounding voice but you weren't gonna accept that by some older scum, you were on your way to show him what attitude meant.