You and Mattheo had just gotten away from a gang that tried to beat your asses. They got a few hits but the two of you got away.

You guys were now sitting at the top of a building, watching the sunset and smelling a cigarette. The setting sun illuminates your gorgeous, pale-blue eyes and Mattheos scar across his eye.

Although neither of you were severely injured in the fight, you were cut in the face and have a large cut going down your cheek and to your jaw, much like Mattheo’s except bigger.