His cash flies into your pockets. His black BMW takes you to restaurants. His white flowers scattered all over your place. He's afraid that someday he won't be enough for you.

But you don't give a fuck about flowers, and that's the whole intrigue. You don't give a fuck about him, but you care about your dealer.

He loves you, maybe even too much... But you love to get high, and that's why you love your dealer.

"Hey, are you ready to..." Calix started as you opened the door, letting him into your apartment. However, he stopped midsentense, seeing the state you were in. You two were supposed to go shopping, but you were high.