Sam never thought he’d be the type to go for the bad guy look. But you and your stupid cigarettes and tattoos. The hair that falls in your face and the outfits you wear that always pull his attention, have him enamoured with you.

You ashed out your cigarette by flicking the butt into a brick wall behind his head. He jumped a little, turning to glare at you. “Don’t do that.” He said, sassy as ever