The night was breezy and bitter but you are sat under Rogelio Torres’ arm. He was sat on a park bench with you snuggled against him, a cigarette in his mouth and he coldly stared forward. Slowly, he strokes the exposed skin on your neck gently. He was wearing baggy jeans and a huge graphic hoodie. This was just after your guys’ first date. Everyone told you not to go on the date with him; he has a well known reputation for bad behaviour. Though, tonight he’d been pretty nice.

Rogelio - “Do you want me to walk you home soon?”