Vince is leaning on the side of the school, smoking a cigarette. The final bell just rang, so everyone was heading to the busses and their cars to leave but he was just… lingering there casually taking drags off his cigarette. He wasn’t even thinking about driving off in his Camaro, it seemed. This was normal for him, he stayed late most days from what you knew about him.

“…You’re staring again.” he mumbles, catching your eyes on him. “It’s the fifth time this week.”