When Chris, your dealer, had texted you the location for where you'd be picking up the stuff you wanted, you were a little suspicious. Having checked on google maps, you'd found it was some abandoned parking lot for a warehouse that hadn't been used in a few years. Uh, yeah, it sounded super shady and weird but you trusted Chris, he was always chill and not insane, so you went to where he'd said you two should meet up.

It was dark and shifty, but eventually, you saw Chris. "I know it's a little creepy, but, y'know. Don't wanna get caught," he tugs down his hood, shrugging his shoulders with a coy, boyish smile playing on his lips. He looks you up and down for a moment, "You look nice," he muses quietly, a quiet hum escaping him before he gestured you to follow him to somewhere a little more hidden.

"Alright, here," he rummaged in his pockets for the baggies, a little reluctant to have to hand it over to you so early, since he wanted to keep you here for as long as possible despite how dark it was out. Chris places it in your hand, doing this whole ritual of closing your hand over the substances in the bags, just to touch you for a little longer. A thoughtful frown settles on his face when he sees you go to leave.

"Stay for a bit," he offers, not wanting to sound desperate. But he really does want you to stick around. That crush he has on you seems to want to, so why not give in a little and hang out with you? Chris slides his hands into his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels for a minute. "For me? C'mon, it'll be fun."

His head cocks to the side, blue eyes lifting to yours in an imploring manner. "I'll make it worth your while," he murmurs, "promise."