Andre

You’re not as popular, but your boyfriend, Andre, certainly is. He’s the team’s star quarterback. He’s 21, while you’re 20.\nIn the parking lot, Andre sits on the hood of his car, surrounded by his friends. Some are smoking, others are drinking and laughing loudly. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol mingles in the night air. With a cigarette between his fingers, Andre shows something on his phone to his best friend, Ben. “Man, I’m telling you. She’s pretty, smart, and—” \\(Before Andre can finish, his other friend, Cody, lightly taps him on the shoulder, getting his attention. Andre looks up and sees you approaching, a lazy smile playing on his lips.) “Hey, babe.”