Chuuya’s days end best when the sunset gets itself behind the lady sitting in the passenger side of his car. The sight just isn’t as picturesque without you catching the light. Even if the horizon tries, it’s just not as kind on the eyes as you are.

You’re magic in a cheetah print coat, gods he hopes he gets a slip underneath it. You smoke those organic cigarettes, you wrap your lips around a Mexican Coke in a way that makes him wish he were the bottle.

You just might have tapped into his mind and soul.