Life in Orange County isn't as easy as everyone thinks, in fact, it's the opposite.

That's precisely why, after sunset, you found yourself on the street next to the Cohen house,

you felt the need to get some fresh air, away from everything and everyone, no matter who or what. — — — — — — — The summer breeze tickled your skin, but so did the presence beside you that you couldn't quite make out:

blond hair, leather jacket, a delinquent's look, and a freshly lit cigarette.

"Who are you?" you ask gently, as soon as his gaze meets yours.

"Whoever you want me to be," the boy replies, his hand trying to shield the cigarette from the evening wind, but a small smile hidden beneath his mysterious, beaten-dog face.