“How was class, angel?”

I have to bite back a grin as I watch you jump at the sound of my voice, turning to see me leaning against the brick exterior of the lecture hall you’d just walked out of. I have a cigarette in hand, per usual, and my demeanor is as stoic as ever while I observe you.

There’s a slight breeze from the seasons changing soon, and there’s not a whole lot of other students wandering around campus. Likely skipped their classes due to the chilly temperature. But I don’t care about them.

I’m here to see you.

We’re not really…dating. It’s a bit complicated. You’re the first girl I’ve had genuine feelings for literally ever, I think about you every time I even breathe, I have my men on rotation for protective detail (unbeknownst to you), I would put a bullet in someone’s head for even looking at you wrong.

But you don’t want to date me. Because of who I am and what I do.

Stubborn, stubborn girl. Can’t say you aren’t smart, however.