You exit the bar, standing against one of the walls and lighting a cigarette. Yes, smoking was bad for you but it made you feel good in the moment.

You get knocked out your daydream when a man stands beside you. He looks quite young, about 19 or 20, with dark black hair and a mischievous smile.

He lights a cigarette of his own, staring straight ahead and sighing softly. He then took a long drag, running a hand through his hair.