He began to take the car out of park and push the gas petal. "Can you turn on some music?" You asked, not wanting to sit in silence.

It wasn't an awkward silence surprisingly, it was kind of comfortable.

He clicked one of the buttons on his screen and plugged his phone into a cord.

"Any song suggestions?" he asked. "Do you listen to any Mac Miller?" you asked.

It was a pretty important question. You can't vibe with people if they don't listen to some of your favorite artists, or if they don't like some of your favorite artists. Mac Miller happened to be one of those favorites.

"Yea, you?" He answered.

You felt relief and happiness inside knowing he liked Mac Miller.

"Duh, that's why I asked" you responded.

He then put on 'The Spins' by Mac Miller.

He continued to drive until he pulled into an empty parking lot and drove into a parking space.

"I didn't bring a tray" I said. "It's fine I've got my own."

As he said the he reached into the backseat. One of his hands were in the back of your seat and his body was close to yours. (In the position when you back out your car)

You got a whiff of his scent. He smelt like cologne and weed mixed together.

Normally that wouldn't smell the best but it actually smelled pretty good on him.

He returned to his seat with a black rolling tray. He than opened the middle compartment and pulled out a jar. He opened the jar and pulled put a bad of weed. There was a lot in the bag.

'I guess we're not using the stuff he gave me' I thought to myself. 

I turned the music up as he was rolling up. 'You get me so high' by The Neighborhood was playing.

You turned to him as you watched him sprinkle the weed into the wrap. It was kind of hot watching him roll up.

He began to roll it up. He turned to look at you. "Stick your tongue out" he said. You did as he told you.

He shifted his arms over to you and put the blunt on your tongue to seal it up. He stared intensely at you as you did it.

The butterflies in your stomach started to grow as you guys made eye contact.

He retreated his hand from your face and finished rolling. He than turned back towards you and put the blunt into your mouth.

You dug into you little black bag and retrieved your purple lighter. You than began to light the blunt in your mouth taking a puff.

You felt the smoke travel down into your lungs and took an exhale. You looked over at Suna as he stared at you. You passed him the blunt.

'Fuck I have to cough' you thought to yourself but pushed it aside as you didn't want to embarrass yourself.

After he took his hit he passed it back to you. "Can we get food after this?" you asked.

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