Chantelle just looked at him and began to play with his hair, while smoking her cigarette and smiled a very soft smile.
"You are the only one that knew the real me. Before I fucked up. But I also like making you come places with me, its funny to see you're eye and face when something pisses you off"
And with a wink, she kissed his forehead and carried on playing with his hair. He knew her back when she was a pretty, nice and innocent girl. They were close back then. And surprisingly they were still close now, even after she turned into a whore. She thought to herself, maybe he knows I'll be normal again someday, or maybe he expected it ?