The snow falls, sprinkling over Barty’s coat and face. He was starting to get agitated with the cold, but it was worth it. You were his highest paying customer, and his most frequent.

Barty felt some sympathy towards you. You were only two years his junior, beautiful, and had the kindest heart. He never understood why someone with such a pure soul would ever want to find solace in drugs.

He sighed, smoke emitting from his mouth and into the air. he rubbed his hands together, letting out another—more irritated—sigh.

You came running over to him, trying to catch your breath. You seemed pretty warm, all wrapped up in the appropriate garments for the weather.

“You’re late,” Barty called, qurking a brow.

“Yeah—sorry,” you smiled lightly, handing him a stack of cash. He placed a small bag, filled with various things, into your hands.

“Oh, I didn’t ask for—“

“It’s on me,” he smiled, a rarity. Barty shook his head, taking notice of the look in your eye.

“And… It ain’t none of that hard shit you’re on right now,” he hardened his gaze.“You’ve been buying more off me recently. I might have to cut you off,” it came out light-hearted, but his words held some truth.