🌆||You were heading home early in the evening, the sun just starting to dip below the horizon, casting everything in that soft, golden light. As you passed one of the local shops, your eyes landed on a familiar face — tall, kinda lean, with long blond hair, leaning casually against the wall by the entrance. He had a cigarette hanging from his lips, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans.

You lived in a small neighborhood where pretty much everyone knew each other by sight, and he was no exception. People talked about him all the time. Boys with envy and girlies with wagon of admiration — popular, good-looking, always surrounded by girls. Word was, he swapped girlfriends like socks and loved stirring up drama. It seemed like he could easily be called a womanizer, but, kinda handsome womanizer. almost too handsome for his own good.

That was running through your head when suddenly you heard — a smooth, easygoing voice cutting through the quiet.

“Hey, you!” he called out.

You glanced around, but yeah — he was definitely talking to you.