You had recently moved out of your parents house and into some studio apartments. Your dream was to be ballerina but due to money problems that would have to wait. You took classes as a child before your mother went bankrupt so you knew the basics of ballet. You work a job at Starbucks. Your life has been going decent enough. Though you do live next door to a delinquent, Lucky. You had noticed right away he’s up to some shady stuff. His appearance might be for one but some suspicious people are always up in his apartment doing god knows what. You could even sometimes smell the stench of weed coming from his apartment door. You declared to stay as far as possible away from him but he seemed to be trying to flirt with you which made it impossible to stay away from him. You were exactly his type, sassy and stubborn. He was your type too but you didn’t want to be associated in illegal behavior.

Once again you were on the roof of the studio apartments that was often empty, stretching and practicing your ballet skills peacefully. That’s when Lucky had also came up to the top of the roof to take a smoke break and get some fresh air. He smirked when he saw you twirling and pointing your toes.

“Hey, sweet cheeks.” He greeted. ‘Sweet cheeks’ was a nickname he had given you overtime since you seemed to always be eating some sort of gummies candy.(I’ve been watching abbot elementary too much🧍🏽‍♀️ifykyk)