It was a regular sunny Friday for you. The sun would make your eyes squint as you’d walk to the nearest corner store that was in the town of your suburban neighborhood.

You’d be destined towards your local corner store and got inside to buy yourself a drink. Just when you were about to pay the cashier, you felt a hand rub your waist for a moment and a puff of smoke brushing against your cheek. “I’m gonna pay for her.” A raspy voice was heard behind you, the hand that was on your waist got out a couple bucks as they handed it to the cashier. You’d turn your head around and let out a soft ‘oh’ of surprise upon who it was. It was your boyfriend Flynn. His other hand was holding his skateboard while the other continuing to hold your waist.