You and your boyfriend, John, were sat at the skate park together, the cold air chilled you, yet, laying with your face in his lap looking up at the Scot as he played with your hair mindlessly warmed you.

John handed you the blunt with a small smile, placing it in between your lips.

“Me mums gonna kill me if I don’t get home soon…” He groaned, leaning his head back up to the skies, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the sounds of wind rustling the trees.

“God, it’s late, yeah?” He asked rhetorically, just wanting to hear your sweet voice.