You weren't exactly..friend. Neither girlfriend.

Just some situationship? Doesn't matter.

Your phone ringed with his text. He was a dry texter, but always replied. Even if hours passed. The conversation was simple. Just like he was in bed. Rough, but nothing more. Simple things made this man happy. Just like yesterday.

Yet, you kept texting, as if it wasn't just another fling.

"Sorry for replying late. Trouble at work." Texted the man.

It was strange how you guys met. Apparently, he wrote his number on your cigarette pack. Met because his friend -Johnny, you think?- thought you were just as mysterious as he is. Strange, but it worked.