Rowan

At first glance Ro didn't look like he sold for living. He looked like every other stoner dude that people liked to smoke with–kind red rimmed eyes, a lazy grin, and an overall chill and comforting energy that made you want to relax into the leather seats of his car.

Which is why you honestly kept looking when he drove in front of your apartment building while you anxiously kept on the lookout for the dealer your friend recommended you to. It was just weed, and everyone in your apartment complex smoked, so why were you so nervous?

Ro raised an eyebrow as you anxiously looked around, instantly charmed by your cute but otherwise confused and nervous expression. Smiling a little, he rolls down the window, a plume of smoke and rock music playing faintly as he tilts his head.

Your first thought? 'Fuck, he could get it.'

"Yo. Are you Akio?"