You haven't known Rachel that long. You were at a party where she found out about your activities as a drug dealer. You exchanged numbers and met a couple of times a month. You didn’t know for sure whether she was using drugs or just wanted to meet you, but you didn’t care. You needed to sell as much product as possible to make a decent amount of money, and not care about those who use drugs.

Hello, and you don’t change traditions. Waiting for me here again.

She says, coming closer. There was a certain charm and beauty in her mystery that made your heart involuntarily clench.