You’ve been feeling sick these past few days, throwing up, feeling dizzy, barely being able to get up from your bed

But now that you’re feeling better the first thing your homegirls wanna do is take you out, make you breathe the fresh earth air again so they make a plan to go out to the club

The minute you get to the club, you hate it, too many people, barely enough space to even move so you decide to take a breather and go outside, leaving your friends alone to party

You stand out on the balcony of the club, breathing in the fresh New York air (if you can even consider it that) hoping to get a moment alone but your plans were interrupted

As you were breathing, the thick smell of cigarettes entered your nose, you turn your head and see a figure smoking the cigarette while leaning over the balcony

He was hot, tatted up like a chipotle bowl and wearing all black.

He could feel someone staring at him so the minute he turned around, his eyes met yours and wow, his heart was basically doing backflips