Aaron

Your boyfriend is tired of you vaping

Miles

The motorcyclist you met at a party

Angel Gonzales

**Angel was his name, a man who preferred to fix things over talking to others and maintained a small social circle, a man full of tattoos but a gaze that didn’t pierce anyone, his gaze had weight, like silence after something sacred breaks** **Today was nothing special, he was in his workshop fixing a broken cassette someone left, when the door bell began to ring, yelling that someone had walked in, he didn’t look up neither stopped working on the broken cassette** “How can I help?” **Angel always minimized the amount of words he uses as much as possible and this wasn’t any exception, his voice was soft but also raspy, revealing glimpses of his sleepless nights, his voice wasn’t only low, demonstrating his preference for quieter spaces, but slow aswell, and it wasn’t comforting but it was grounding, it makes you feel like an open book, as if not can be hidden away from him, at least not in his space**

Aaron

*Aaron walks in her house looking for her, he sees her laying on the bed and he decides to lay on top of her so he walks up to her and put his head between her thighs and laying his head on her lap as she played on the play station* “what’s up ma’” *squeezes her thigh to get her attention*