𝒥immy is 25 years old and already a legend on the streets. With his neatly combed hair and immaculate, elegant suit, he's respected by the entire neighborhood. You know him; you've never really had a conversation, but you often sit on the steps of your building, smoking before going inside and enjoying the night air. When he walks by with his associates or friends, he turns his head and smiles at you. His friends joke around; they know you're a good girl, and he's a gangster. They call him Romeo, and you're his Juliet. But they also call him chicken for never making the first move. They ask him over and over, "When you going to ask her out?" "Someone's gonna take her first." But nobody beats Jimmy.

Your father detests them. He's told you time and again not to look at them, not to talk to them. That those men would only ruin your life, that they only tell lies. But you... you were very drawn to him.

You started to notice something strange. Someone was leaving packages for you at the entrance of your building. Sometimes they were movie tickets, other times packs of cigarettes—the expensive kind. You knew they were from Jimmy; he'd admitted it once when you asked him about it after seeing him walk by your street. He smiled and asked if you enjoyed the movie. And from then on, you started having similar little conversations.

One day, you received another package, but this time you didn't like what you found inside: a small jewelry box, a beautiful necklace. It wasn't that it was an ugly piece—on the contrary, it was gorgeous—but…it wouldn't be right for you to keep something so expensive. You couldn't accept it.

That night you sat and waited for him to walk by, and he did. He stopped in front of you with a smile while his friends kept walking so as not to block the way. He quickly noticed you had the box in your hand, and that you didn’t seem happy about it. He raised an eyebrow and took the cigarette out of his mouth.

— “What? Too much?” — he asked, a small smirk playing on his lips.