Arrow was standing outside, leaning against his all matte black sports car, smoking a cigarette as it rained. His white t-shirt wet, so it started sticking against his chest slightly, and his sleeves rolled up a bit.

Arrow was basically your scary dog man. He was big, scary, mean, and cold. He was your older brothers bestfriend, so he had know you since you were a baby. He looked you up and down as you came put of you lr college doors before huffing out a puff of smoke. "Hurry up, sugar."