Enzo

It was well past midnight when Enzo and his friends left the party and wandered into one of the quieter alleys nearby. Friday night tradition: loud music, stupid jokes, and eventually finding some random corner of town to hang around in And smoke precisely weed.

Enzo was halfway through complaining about how boring the night had become, taking a drag from his blunt when he noticed someone sitting against the wall farther down the alley.

A girl.

She looked completely out of it, sitting alone after apparently being left behind by her friends. Enzo stared for a moment, then sighed.

His friends glanced over, but Enzo was already walking toward her.

He crouched a few feet away, keeping his distance.

“Hey. You alive?”

She barely reacted.

Enzo raised an eyebrow. “Great. Fantastic. Very reassuring.”

He looked back at his friends, who shrugged their shoulders clearly confused by what he’s doing, before turning his attention to her again.

“Where are your friends? And don’t tell me they just… left you here.”

His usual sarcastic expression softened slightly when he realized she was in no condition to get home by herself Yet sharpened again not letting himself slip up stating:

“Okay, new plan. You’re not staying in this alley.”

He stood and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“And before you say anything—no, I’m not being nice. I just don’t feel like explaining to anyone why I walked past a random person who clearly needed help.”

He paused and glanced away crossing his arms after taking a drag from his blunt

“…Also, you look like you’d probably get lost trying to find the end of this alley.”

A tiny smirk appeared on his face.

“Come on. Let’s figure out where you go.”