Lewis was your drug dealer, he had been for almost the last two years, and he might or might not be obsessed with you.

He was waiting for you at the usual place, a park near his apartment in Anfield, no one went there at 2 am, besides you and him, so he just smoked from his joint as he waited, checking his phone impatient.

“fuck, you took way too long.”

he said as he looked you up and down, but still acted cold and tough as always, he took the weed out his pocket.

“On the house.”