The wind, always the fucking wind, kept Topher on the brink of being cold or bitterly cold. Tonight it was bitterly cold. He sucked in an air of smoke and held it for a beat. Enjoying the feeling, enjoying the simple moment. Tilting his head he let the smoke out and watched it disperse in the darkness. He was a good lay. But there was something there. An attraction, a moment when he looked into the strangers inky eyes and saw just a lonely man. It ached to think about that man's apartment. When he had taken hold of his hands and led him to couch, there was such surprise it almost scared Topher. He had never seen someone have so much affection hidden behind hate and loneliness. His hands, they were soft. They sparked heat within Topher. The feeling still lingered. His fingers tingled with the heat as he mechanically put the cigarette into his mouth to inhale the fumes he had grown so close too. Topher had fallen in love with the burning sensation that filled his lungs as each drag slowly killed him. He had made a connection with cigarettes that most people wouldn't think of. Cigarettes were momentary pleasure to that of the smoker and then when the smoker was finished, the fag was discarded, deemed useless. Topher had felt this relationship with the many of boys that had devoured his body for the night, only to throw him aside the next day.

Finally, he let the burning filter slip out of his fingers and blow away in the wind. He headed for the train back to his apartment. His bed howled for him and his eyelids drooped with exhaustion. The music from his iPod swirled around his head and drowned out the noise of the track grinding against the wheels of the train. His gaze drifted out of the window, not fixed on anything in particular. He reached into his pocket in order to tap the screen of his phone in the correct method which would transcribe his whereabouts to his roommate, Savana, when his stomach sank. The familiar presence of his cell phone wasn't there. He thrust his hands into every available pocket that was attached to his garments but he found no phone. "Fuck!"

The early morning sun radiated into Sasuke's window, landing on his face. His eyes glistened from the intrusion of light that fell onto his bed. He sat up to the familiar emptiness. His heart ached for the stranger from last night to return, yet his mind knew that his wish was but a lucid dream. This boy was just another face in the static of people that would pass him on the streets; Sasuke had no magical lamp that would grant him such happiness. He was not the prince of some fairy tale, he was the villain. To cease the chaos rampant in his mind, he climbed out of bed when his foot brushed against a foreign object poking out of the sheets that hung from the edge of the bed. He bent over and lifted the device, turning it over in his fingers, feeling the smooth screen cool his heated phalanges. After the drowsiness dispersed, he realized that it was a cell phone. Unlocking the phone, he tactfully went through the messages that permeated the inbox, trying to find its owner. He had no idea how long it had been there but his blood began to course in the veins that lined his entire body as a hope arose within his chest. He hungered for the phone to belong to the mysterious imp that had briefly lain with him last night. Some Savana girl had ravished his phone with 50 text messages frantically trying to find out the location of the boy. "Topher." "Topher." "Topher." The characters that came together in such a pattern to create this identification seeped into the iris's that glided over them. This name rang out in multiple messages. The very last message that was sent from Savana read, "Hi, This is Topher, the boy from the club. I was wondering if I left my phone at your house?"

Savana, Topher's best friend, cuddle dived onto Topher when she felt her phone buzzing from a new text message. This ghostly man had Topher's phone. "TOPHER! WAKE UP! YOUR PHONE HAS BEEN FOUND!" Savana exclaimed as she nuzzled her face against Topher's palpitating chest.

"What the hell? Savana. It's too early. . . .Wait, my phone!?"

"Aren't you glad I woke you up?"

"So he has it?"

"Yup, 12:30, Starbucks down the street. You've got a hot date."

"Oh shhsh. I'm just getting my phone back." Topher yawned, rolling over onto his stomach and pushing himself onto his elbows. Ohhhhhh dear.

It's 12:35. Where the hell is he? Does he want his goddam phone back or not? I'm sick of waiting. Fuck this kid. I'm going home. Fucker.

Just as Sasuke felt his leg muscles contract under his weight to set him standing, someone tapped his shoulder.

"What the fuck?!" Sasuke said.

"Excuse me, I'm pretty sure you have my phone." replied a voice that cantellated through Sasuke's head.

"Topher?"

"You got it."

"Uh. yeah. Umm. Here is your phone. It was under my bed."

"Thank you. I'm sorry. I didn't realize it fell out. . .I uh, should probably leave now."

"Yeah. So. hmm." Suddenly Sasuke's tongue contorted into knots that restricted his speech. He fell silent and his leer cast itself onto the hard cold tiles that reflected his inner feelings: scuffed and dirtied.

Topher could see, on the table, that there was two cups of coffee waiting. The hot steam slowly rose out of the perforated lid and twirled around in the slight breeze from the heater. Oh, I've got no time for this. Well, he did buy me coffee. Oh shit. Fine.

"Is that coffee for me?" questioned Topher, awkwardly smiling for a second.

"Oh. Yeah, I err. . .wondering if you wanted to for a little talk?" Sasuke answered, stumbling over his words like a blind person trying to run down the stairs without help. What the fuck did I just say? He's going to think I'm crazy. My god.

Instead of the expected reply of, " Oh no. I've got to go," all Sasuke heard was a giggle and the boy sat down.

Topher reached for the coffee and tilted his head back so the warm mixture could fall into his mouth and be swallowed. He set the coffee down and traced the lid's circular patterns with his pointer finger before his eyes raised to meet the stranger's stare.

"You never told me your name Mr. Mystery." Topher stated from behind the lenses that allowed his eyes to see.

"Sasuke. It's Sasuke."

"Saaaasuuuke."

"Is it weird to you?" Sasuke questioned slightly agitated.

"Not at all. I think it's a unique name. I've never met someone with that name before."

"Topher's not so common either." Sasuke retaliated, crossing his arms, slightly pouty.

He's so cute. Like a puppy, easily hurt yet adorable. Topher thought to himself.

"I know. But who has time to be common? Common people are boring and typical."

"You are far from common with what you did last night." Oh shit. No. Sasuke forgot to filter his thoughts.

Laughter erupted from Topher's throat. He knew he was a god in the sack but he didn't expect Sasuke to be so blunt.

"Thank you."

"I didn't mean that. I mean, I did, but I didn't mean to physically say it. Oh god. Umm. Well, I'm going to go before this really gets weird." He abruptly stood, chair scraping the tiles, causing a few people to look their way. "So, there's your phone. Have a great day. Bye." Oh fuck my life. I just ruined my first date.

"Wait." Topher pleaded, grabbing Sasuke's hand before he could escape. "Come to the Wilmer Hotel on Friday. My friend is hosting a big party event for her Charity and I'm kind of dateless."

"YES." why am I yelling? Dead silence fell in the coffee shop and people began to whisper about the crazy man in the corner.

"Here's my number. I'll see you then." Topher said as he slid a folded sheet of paper into Sasuke's front pants pocket, coyly smiling. Topher then stepped past Sasuke and strutted towards the door, only briefly glancing back to catch the eye of his newly found date for Friday.