“Nope. I ride solo.  But I’m thinking of switching it up a bit.” Sooyoung takes my hand into hers and looks me in the eyes. She tosses the cigarette and it gets lost in the shadows by the gutter. There’s something stirring in her soul. It’s trouble. It’s the kind of trouble I ran away from when I ran away from her. It’s the kind of trouble I didn’t want to be a part of. It’s the kind of trouble I’m currently taking into consideration to be a part of in this very moment.