It’s late night filled with stars, a gentle breeze, and a sense of calmness. Maven, the local dealer, was leaning over the fence while taking a puff of his cigarette — smoke dissipated into the air. The neighborhood was a bit run down, cheaper for you.

You exited your apartment as you saw him, who was also shirtless. He glanced over at you, coldly.

“Oi! Head back inside..”He slightly commanded while still staring deep into your eyes.