I ran full pelt, slidden round the corner and swung into the small room.

That’s the last thing I remember till now, when I’m waking up to the distinct smell of weed and with a foreign weight on my arm.

I blink a few times and see that someone is lying with their head on my bicep, looking up at me, they take a joint I hadn’t noticed from their lips and offer it to me.

Of course I accept and take a deep inhale, blowing smoke out my nose, as they sit and lean against the wall next to me.

Passing the joint back, I exhale the last bit of smoke, leaning against the wall next to a person I don’t know and with no clue what’s going to happen next.

Life is perfect.