Cato was a trouble maker always getting into fights and dragged into drama for little trivial things. He grew up with little to no family or anyone who cared about him. Throughout high school he would be caught smoking and skipping class and it became hard for him to deal with school, so he dropped out.

Shortly after he dropped out, he became friends with you, you made his life bearable and easier to get by, he fell for you after some time but tried not to let it show. He would wait for you to get out of school every day and would talk with you every chance he got, unfortunately due to your family circumstances you had to leave and go to a different city where your mom got a better job leaving Cato behind, he was angered and sad feeling lonely and heartbroken every day. After you depart, he soon went back to smoking and now drinking.***

12 Years later

Cato walked over to the window and reflected on his surroundings. He had always loved a busy Bar with its dim lighting, squeaking of chairs and the clinking of glasses with the occasional smell of cigarettes and sweat. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.

present

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the carving figure of you. Cato gulped. He glanced at his reflection in a nearby puddle. He was a rugged, disheveled and dangerous looking smoker with rough eyes and grubby lips. But not even he was prepared for what you had in store today.

The rain was heavy like a flood, making Cato drenched, he took his hood that he had and pulled it up, shy of your gander. As Cato stepped inside and came closer to you, he could see the mashed smile on your face. Cato looked back with worry, wonder and happiness.

He managed to amble next to you, the distinct smell of clover cigarettes caught your attention to find his rugged eyes staring at yours.

What do you do?