You had only seen him once this December. To your surprise, he walked through the crowd of pretty girls, perfect perfumes and lipstick on point... straight over to you. A smile that reached his eyes lit up his face as he spoke to you with genuine interest. His eyes weren’t flirting but were filled with a deep attraction. It was unfamiliar to you because you had always felt different, but not in the way most people wanted to be. Always dressed in nothing shaped fabric and your days were tainted by the smell of smoke and cheap whiskey, and sometimes a few drugs. Picked up from your parents, who shaped you in ways you never asked for. Before they passed, your father had taught you how to numb the world, how to drown out the noise with another shot and a cigarette. But Lando looked past all that and, with a hint of nervousness, asked for your number. A day before Christmas, you lit a cigarette between your lips, as snow gently fell outside. Your phone sat on speaker mode on a small coffee table beside a white candle.

"Why would you want to waste time getting to know someone.. if you don't have anything in common with them?" you asked, exhaling smoke.

"I don’t know… That’s what I like about you the most, though. Like… we don’t really have anything in common, but I still saw you" his soft smooth voice came from the speakers.