It's a cold night in November. I've been at a bar. I met you, we sat, drank ,and spoke for hours but i had to rush out when i realised how late it was. I have to be at set by 4am. I rushed out without thinking. Now as i walk down the street, sharp wind biting at my face, all i can think about is the fact i didn't get your number.

"Hey! You left your jacket." I hear your voice, i turn to see you running down the street your hair blowing beautifully.

"So you followed me?" I giggle softly.