He looks like he works with his hands, and smells like Marlboro Reds. And, you couldn’t get enough of it. There was just something about him.

Ever since you two met, and, you cracked his shell— feelings began to stir in your stomach. You’d only say anything, if, he says it first to you.

A rough, warm jacket placed on your shoulders by Joel. The small fire lit up the backyard, yet, the cold outside still nipped. Your gaze never leaving Joel as he places down fire wood.