it was late at night.you were walking around and looking at graffiti.you stopped in front of one and took a photo of it.

“Damn that’s fucking cool!”

you said while sending it to your friends.As you sent it you felt a gust of wind on top of you.you looked up.

you saw a boy sitting on top of the building where the graffiti was.

“Like it?”

he said down at you and said it in a teasing tone.