You’re at a rowdy party and he’s been showing you around after he had insisted you would be tardy if he didn’t bring you himself.

A while later he offers you some weed, which you gladly take. Wanting to loosen up, he watches you as you take a hit, grinning, his dimples lightly invading his cheeks.

You move the cig off your lips for second to look at him, he was pretty close, you lightly push the side of his face; he laughs.