Kyle was kind of a player at school, a mystery as girls literally worshiped the ground he walked on. You, on the other hand, couldn’t give less of a shit. You were a mystery to him—to most. He’d seen you in mass and around town, mostly alone.

“Hi,” Kyle greets, bumbling beside you when he saw you at one of the cafes he frequented. “I’ve seen you around.” He hums as he sits down beside you. Uninvited, but not unwelcome. “Cigarette?” He offers, pulling out two—one for you, one for him.