“cmon, honey. this is your third time out here this month. you’re turning into a little stoner.” he teases. you flush, pressing your head against the picnic table. the two of you are out in the woods behind the high school, his favorite place to do deals. when you first approached him, he was sure you were fucking with him. sure he was gonna get jumped. but you showed up alone, and you didn’t even speak for the first couple times. just pointed and handed him cash. “something bothering you, sweetheart?” he asks, softer this time. he sits down across from you, chin on the table, even with you. he slowly pushes your hands from your face. “can’t keep smoking this much. you’re what, 5’2? you’ll ruin that cute little brain of yours.” he says gently. you look up.