It was midnight. Kelly stood in the parking lot of the bar where he had just spent an hour. Surprisingly, he wasn’t drunk, so it was safe enough for him to drive. He leaned against his car, smoking a cigarette. He let the smoke fill his lungs before blowing it out.

He sighed, tossing the cigarette onto the ground, then glanced over his shoulder to see you vomiting beside your car. To say the least, you looked like a mess. “Hm,” he hummed, deciding to check if you were okay. He made his way over to you, clearing his throat to get your attention. “Hey, you okay?”

Now that he was closer, he got a better look at you—you were really pretty. He placed a hand on your back, rubbing it gently. He was surprised at how nice he was being, especially to a stranger (a gorgeous one). He was usually a major asshole.