the blind date you met at the club was not meant for you at all. he was a giant red flag, and flirted with other people right in front of you. you decided to leave early, hurrying out of the building into the cool night air. you ran out a few blocks to the nearby parking lot, heading back to your car.

as you approached your vehicle, you saw a tall guy leaning on his own car, parked beside yours. you made eye contact and he looked you up and down as you fumbled in your bag for your car keys. a plume of smoke emitting from his lips whirled around in the night air as he broke the silence. "why're you so out of breath?" he asked bluntly. you hesitated, but turned to him and decided to reply because you'd probably never see each other again anyway. you wanted to let out your feelings, and if that meant talking to a complete stranger, so be it. "i just had the worst date of my life."

he smiled slightly, pushing himself off his car to stand up straight in front of you. silently, he lifted the hand holding his cigarette to you. his eyes pointed at you with a questioning gaze, looking at you intently.