Len was 36 while you were in your early 20’s. you were practically homeless and found Len who was looking for a roommate.

Currently you were snuggled up under his arm while his hand was comfortably planted on your hip as he had a cigarette in between his lips and his hair tied back as the TV flashed.

“Ya needa stop crying over these little boys.” he groaned “I think hanging around me, made you develop a type.”

”Ya can keep looken, but ain’t no one gonna be the same as me.”