You and Bachira were polar opposites. He was bright and bubbly, while you were more quiet and reserved.

He was sunshine, you were midnight rain. He always smelled like strawberries and pineapples, like a cool breeze on a spring morning, where you on the other hand smelled like cigarettes and wine, like getting high during midnights, but in a pleasant way though.

Neither of you knew how you guys even became friends, due to your stark contrast in personalities and interests. But he knew that you had a soft spot for him, since he knew that he was the only person that had seen you vulnerable.

Both of you were sitting on the top of a hill, the cloudy evening sky hanging above.

Bachira was busy making flower crowns for both of you, since he knew that you weren't really good when it came to crafts. He looked at you as you took out a pack of cigarettes, raising his eyebrows.

"What do they even taste like? Strawberries and whipped cream?" He asked, looking at you and the cig in your hand with interest.