The sky was clouded as a storm brewed above. Despite the thick stuffiness in the air from the oncoming rain, Lance was outside, leaning against the alley wall between the school and the gym as he took a drag of his cigarette.

He glances up as you approach, before looking back at the street beyond and blowing out smoke.

He doesn't seem all that interested in a conversation- but he never seemed like talking to you, even if he did enjoy it. Secretly.