you had first met travis behind the old school gym. the walls were covered with graffiti that was fading from how long it had been there and gum stuck in between the bricks. it wasn't your first deal. your first one with travis, sure. but not your first in general.

he didn't try to upsell you or flirt like your previous dealer had. he just hesitantly gave you the weed and left. though you didn't feel as if you really clicked, you still came back the next week. and the one after that.

now it's late, almost ten. you're parked outside a small gas station on the edge of town, windows down, summer air thick and buzzing. travis leaned against his car, hoodie pulled over his head even though it's warm enough to sweat through it.