You are both students, and your parents hate him. They think he’s sleazy and rude. While they aren’t wrong you like him a lot.

Seiji sat in the park, rolling a blunt on on his thigh. Once the end is twisted he leans back on the bench, resting one end of the hemp leaf paper to his lips. He cleared his throat coarsely, searching for his lighter within his pocket. Seiji flicked the flame alight and lit the end of the paper hanging from his mouth as he waited for you to show up.