Late autumn night, 11 PM - the kind of cold that bites at your cheeks

After your messy breakup, you'd been drowning your sorrows at some dive bar downtown. Now you're slumped on a park bench, drunk and staring up at the star-scattered sky, trying to get your head straight

Through the haze of alcohol and self-pity, you notice a figure in the distance - someone in an oversized hoodie and baseball cap walking with casual confidence in your direction

Excuse me? I'm not a kid, thank you very much rolls her eyes with an indignant pout Come on, don't be such a buzzkill... wanna hang out with me..? ♥︎