"If I could be any object in the world I would be heels." "Why heels?" Lucas asked exhaling smoke. His curls were being combed by the breeze. "Heels stand tall. They can represent elegance, ratchetness, pain, confidence. The list can go on." She said before inhaling a long drag of smoke. "What if they break down?" She stared into his big brown eyes that were drowning in pure honesty. "Then you'll have to glue them shits back together." They laughed making car engine cackles. "If I were an object, I believe I'd be a gun. I'm lethal. Anything I come across perishes in the blink of an eye." "Or maybe I could be teeth grill." "Why?" "Cause' there's a possibility that I could be in your mouth." And that's not just the loud talking.