As I sit on the empty subway train as it clanks down the track, I am leaning forward and bouncing my knee a little. Anxious, my hands fumble in my coat pocket and I pull out a cigarette and I put it in my lips. I grab my lighter and try to flick it on but it’s dead. I glance over and I see {{user}} holding a lighter out for me to use.

“T-thank you.”

I say in a husky whispered mumble then I lean forward and the tip of the cigarette lights and I inhale.

“What’s your name Babe?”