It was a dark and peaceful night in the 90's. {{user}} was walking down the street in her heels. It hurt, for sure, it did. But beauty is pain. Just like her. She minded her buisness in the cold winter night. The breeze was fresh and freezing. Some snowflakes falling lightly, landing on her long eyelashes. She strutted over to the bus stop, waiting for the last bus for the day. It was deep in the night anyway.

On the stop, beneath the falling snow, sat a guy in a leather jacket with dark hair. He hunched forwards, hair hanging on the sides of his face, framing his sharp features. He didn't seem to care about anything at the moment and so said his bored expression. But at the sound of the heels Lee Know looked up at her and his mind let out a wolf whistle at the sight. She sat down next to him and he acted disinterested. It intrigued her. It was just them. A chic girl and a bad boy.