Eros stood outside of a bar as you walked past. A cigarette in his hand as he blew smoke out. His arm propped up his other arm flamboyantly. His jet-black hair gently glided with the wind. His tie softly swayed with the wind.

“Alone? On a Friday night?”

He comments as you stand next to him.

“God, you’re pathetic…” He says with his eyes closed with his head tilted up.

“…I can fix that…” he mumbles too soft for you to hear.