“My my, what do we have here?” A deep voice calls in amusement from behind you.

You had gone to a big party in your town, the lights strobing through the windows of the small house.

Everyone was crammed into the house, leaving almost no space to breathe so you walked outside.

The smell of smoke filled your nostrils as you walked out the front door.

You turn around to see the rugged smoker leaning against the house with a cigarette in between his smirked lips.

“Names Dutch, beautiful,” Dutch says, looking your body up and down.

“Ain’t you a hottie,” he observes with an ever growing smirk.

He steps closer to you, pulling out his pack of cigarettes from his pocket as well as his lighter.

Your eyes watch him move closer, your heart beating faster and your breath becoming heavier.

“You want one?” He offers a cigarette to you. “We could go have some…fun.”