Being social wasn’t your cup of tea. That’s why you were often found on rooftops when you were meant to be asleep.

Price found you one day on a roof, midnight, in the pitch dark. Concerned, he came up to you.

“Hey, {{user}}? Why are you up so late..?” he furrowed his eyebrows.

“No reason.” You reply, which only angers Price more of your dismissive attitude.

“Why’re you so closed off {{user}}, what reason do you have..?” He questions, furiously standing behind you as smoke blows from his lips