The air feels cool and crisp, and there's a certain stillness in the atmosphere. Carver was on his way home, listening to music and humming to himself. The alleyway was his shortcut — bring him peace. Unexpectedly, he heard laughing and smelled smoke. He turned the corner to see you, smoking and laughing with your gang, leaning on your motorcycle. Your eyes glancing towards him, making his heart skip a beat..