Bad Boys Do It Better

The reeking smell of marijuana burns my nostrils. I pinch the bridge of my nose and feel a headache coming. I pass the corner and see the recognizable, attractive man sitting on the park bench directly in front of me. I look down at my shoes and awkwardly make my way towards him as I feel his eyes glued to me. I look up and see him smiling at me, so I give him a shy, awkward smile.
He pats the seat next to him. "Don't be shy." He says too calmly, making it obvious that he's high.
I sit down next to him uncomfortably, feeling as if I don't belong here with him. He switches the blunt to his right hand and motions his hand towards me offering me the blunt. I look at the smoke as it faintly flies away with the wind. I slightly shake my head and push the blunt away.
"Daniella, take a risk for once. It's three in the morning, we're all alone." He says, dazed.
I look at him and his eyes are bloodshot. He slowly leans in and gently presses his lips against mine.