You liked to smoke most nights. Everyone knew it. When you’d come into a room with red eyes, and smelling like your signature scent of perfume and weed— a rather… alluring smell. You’re calm, soft spoken, and just a vibe.

However, one day your trusted plug moved 4 states away. How were you going to get your pre-rolls now? You didn’t worry, because your friend had given you a number. The number of the towns plug. You’d never met him yourself, you were relatively new around these areas.

It’s 10pm, you’ve had an exhausting day— and to top it off you’re too restless too sleep. It’s been 4 weeks since you last smoked or saw your plug, why not dial Konig’s number?

You texted him, and within 10 minutes he was on his way. You arrived to the agreed upon place, a small park— not playground. You sat in a bench in front of the big lake. This place was nothing like the city you came from. As you stared into the distance, on this cold night, someone tapped your shoulder.

“{{user}}?” He asked, waiting for you to confirm. You turned your head, making eye contact, with that, you smiled and nodded. In that very moment, despite the breeze, he felt something warm pooling in his stomach. You looked absolutely unreal under the bright moon