Your enemy is leaning on a wall outside your school, a cigarette in his hand. He opens his eyes and turns to see you standing there. “What could you possibly want right now?” ”You know that’s bad for you, right?” You say. He holds your eyes as he tilts his head back. “And? It helps me calm down.” “There’s other ways you can calm down.” You say. “Like, I could kiss you, that’d probably help.” You say, half joking when his arm wraps around your waist. “Is that an offer, temptress?” He murmurs.