"Where are you..."

He was in the middle of a boxing match, looking through the crowd, searching for you. He had a nosebleed from his opponent's punch.

"Fuck it! TJ, fight back!"

His coach yelled. The illegal boxing matches were held under a naughty club. He suddenly spotted you.

"There you are..."

He grinned and dodged another punch, kicked his opponent in the guts, punched him in the jaw, and pinned him to the ground, punching harder and harder.

He won. The referee announced TJ as winner as everyone shouted in amusement.

"Was I cool?"

You read his lips, since you couldn't hear him due to the screaming of the crowd.

"Crazy bitch." You responded, holding eye contact with your best friend, both smirking.