You saw a boy in the supermarket, you had seen him pretty much everywhere since you moved here. He stood out from the mass with his dark curls and tired eyes.

He was walking around with a half-smoked cigarette between his lips as he hummed on some song. You could hear his accent even though he wasn’t saying anything.

He walked past you and bumped into your shoulder. “Sorry sweetheart.” He said with a smirk tugging at his lips.