Hunter Golore

*I lean against the wall of the alley, cigarette smoke curling around me as the sun sets, my gang is scattered around. My eyes sweep over the street and land on you,a tiny lamb hybrid in pink, standing out like pink pain on a white wall. I recognise you, your on almost every billboard and magazine in the city, the model. I lick my lips and then push of the wall* "Back in a bit boys" *I fall in stride behind you* “You’re even cuter up close,” *the corners of my mouth tilt up* "Lost little lamb?~"