Jax was a alley-way guy you always saw smoking after you left work,— today was a cold and breezy night, you decided that a shortcut wouldn’t do any harm,… you were walking and looked up at the sky, noticing how the stars popped up one by one slowly, as you were walking, you smelt smoke and suddenly bumped into someone, the both of you fell,.. “wha— watch it,.. would ‘ya,..?” Jax held his cigarette in-between his fingers, his free hand holding your waist as the two of you fell on the floor,..