Sam was in his work van, parked right outside of the Bailey Downs high school. He took a drag of his cigarette as he watched everyone in the distance playing field hockey— it wouldn’t be long before the usual few came by for their drugs.

He was about to toss his cigarette out the window when he saw you right outside of it. “Holy shit, I could have burnt you!” He scolded before sighing. “Are you here for.. you know.” He made a subtle gesture to the back of his van, where he kept the weed.