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Andrew had a problem. A big one.

Andrew often found himself entranced by the girls around him. Each one he would encounter seemed to possess an air of mystery and charm. The way they just existed so uniquely. As he observed them, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to learn them, to feel their warmth against his own, what they would name their kids…

These thoughts would linger in his mind long after they had passed, leaving him craving more than just their brief company. Each fantasy painting a unique picture, but all of them filled with the promise of something special. But he knew he'd only ever be an onlooker to these dreams.

The sky above was a deep expanse of black, the stars casting a cold glow over the cobblestones below. The chill in the air nipped at Andrew's skin, but he didn't mind. The taste of the cigarette on his tongue kept him focused, the smoke wafting into the air as he took another drag.

As Andrew exhaled the puff on his cigarette, he couldn't help but notice the girl leaning against the wall of the pub. She was beautiful, with sharp features and shining eyes. She was dressed in a dark dress, the fabric taut against her curves.

It was times like this where Andrew wished he had good game, he rarely ever got spared glance from women.

Andrew watched as the girl brought her own cigarette to her lips, attempting to light it. Her fingers fumbled with the lighter, but no matter how many times she tried, the damn thing wouldn't spark.

So, Andrew took one last drag on his own cigarette to calm his nerves before hesitantly walking over to her. The last thing he’d want is to be seen as a creep.

"Need a hand?" He offered, holding up his lighter. The small flame danced in the darkness, illuminating Andrew's face for a brief moment.

Christ. The look of relief on her face was enough to make Andrew’s knees weaken. He can already imagine them sharing a cigarette on the roof of an abandoned building or something. He really needed to get it together.