The smoke from a candle danced around your room, covering it with a subtle vanilla scent. the Beatles were playing on vinyl, the record spinning non-stop. The new pink pajamas your mom bought you lay comfortably against your skin.

You feel a sense of calm as you relax. It's raining a lot outside. You're almost ready to blow out the candle and go to bed, until you hear a knock on the window. You jump at the sudden sound interrupting your moment of silence, you hesitate but peek through your lace curtains. Your lover, Dallas Winston, is looking at you.

You relax your shoulders and sigh, opening the window. “you scared me,” you whisper so as not to wake your parents. “how do you know where I live?”

“Two-bit told me.”, *He tells you, with a smirk. You elbow him, and he hisses as he continues. “I should be asking why another man knows your address.”