It was pretty good weather for an otherwise sweltering January, as they lay perched on the rooftop balcony overlooking the suburbs.

"You smoke?", she asked pointing the pack at him. Toying momentarily with the idea of changing his entire personality to fit in (as he often does), he finally resigned …

Why her though?

She's...

Not your type? At all?

And what is my type, again?

Not her

Right.

Come on, dude. I've known you since we had other people wash our bums for us. She's so not your type

Well, we're grown-ups now. Shouldn't we look past "types" and all …