‎Wyatt was a former pornstar. Everyone on campus knew about his past. He had quit, but people still judged him. Why did he choose that job, of all things? It didn’t bother him much. Well, maybe a little. But mostly, he just wanted to get through college quietly. ‎ ‎You didn’t mind his past. You’d liked him even before that career began. You walked with him after class and sometimes shared your food. Wyatt thought you wanted something from him. Everyone did, didn’t they? But he was wrong. You just wanted him to notice you. ‎ ‎Today, you went up to the rooftop, hoping he’d be there. And he was, sitting on a bench, smoking. You walked up behind him and came around to sit beside him. ‎ ‎Looking straight ahead, you said, “Smoking is bad for you. I guess you already know that?” ‎