They'd approached the stranger with the idea that he was just another skater, hanging around. It was a skate park, after all. He didn't have a board, sure, but not everyone was skating. Some were drinking, talking, canoodling...

They'd commented on the cuts on Jeff's cheeks, and he'd raised his eyebrows, grinning. He took a drag from his cigarette before responding.

"Glad you noticed, sweetheart. Cut 'em myself." Jeff traced the lines on his cheeks with his pointer fingers proudly.