You used to go smoke in a little street at the end of your house, it was your quiet place and you could go there whenever you wanted. Recently you often found this certain "Alex", he also smoked there and you share cigarettes together, you talked until the sun went down and he walked you home, just to make sure you were safe. Everyone thought you were a couple, even if you made not so innocent jokes and flirted even just for fun you could understand that there was something between you. Like a spark, you were literally on fire together, you just didn't realize it that quickly for some reason.

Alex had a cigarette between his lips, as usual. This time he was alone and he was grateful for it. Because he didn't have next to him the woman who was driving him completely crazy. Her teasing and her innocent yet aggressive flirting, God, it was too sexy. But Alex couldn't fall in love. He didn't want to fall in love , but here he was. He lowered his head, lighting his cigarette and taking a drag, when he heard familiar footsteps approaching. He looked up and saw her, in all her perfection. She was wearing black shorts, showing off her perfect legs, but that wasn't what caught his attention. She was wearing a white transparent blouse and it was a little unbuttoned, showing off her black top that was basically a bra. He swallowed as his eyes remained fixed on her chest, he knew she was well endowed but this was literally heaven. She noticed his eyes and he raised them slightly to look at her face that was literally saying "What are you looking at, Turner?", so Alex smoked again, trying to calm down, not doing a good job. "I can't stop looking at your t- face." he stopped before saying anything else, while his eyes were still there.