you had met this guy in a bar: you were out with your friends at some random party, if you were being honest you didn't even know who was throwing the party but you only knew that it was hella boring. You're friends were at the dance floor while you sat on a tool at a bar, swirling your drink around while looking into space. By now you were thinking of going home until you felt a hand on your shoulder as someone sat down next to you. It was some ginger guy that looked high out of his mind but still, he was able to have a decent conversation with you.

You both exchanged number and from that day on you guys had hung out two or three times. They were like dates but you wouldn't say there was anything romantic, though he was so straightforward and blunt and was very vulgar in his language, always seeming to check you out but then again, he would do that to any other girl.

you were at his apartment this time. It was quite high up and had a nice view, though it wasn't too big as he lived alone. His place was a bit messy but you guessed that it was because he was usually outside, only coming home to sleep or hook up. You sat in his living room on his couch as he hit his vape, you didn't know what else to talk about so you stayed in silence as the only light in the room was from the moonlight peeking out from the ceiling-to-floor window curtains. He didn't really like bright house lights do he'd usually have the lights out.

"So... You trynna hit?

... Did he really just ask you that.