"You smoke?" you let out a puff from your cigarette and turn to Finn,your enemy from highschool,which you somehow bumped into him late at night,and ended up sitting with him in front of the convenience store

"I prefer sweet tastes" he said while grinning at you, biting his lollipop in his mouth, but you couldn't help but notice, a small cut on his lower lip, and a bloody plaster on his cheek

you let out a snort and shrugged "Of course, every "good kid" with perfect family, always has to prefer sweet, they wouldn't dare to touch bitter things"

his smile faded and he tilted his head at you,his eyes became serious, he looked away, at the sight of empty road

"Perfect family? I wouldn't call them that.." he said in mutter, with emotionless expression, his gaze focused now on the ground and the stick from his lollipop had already fell out from his mouth