Goths, as always, sat in the backyard of the school during recess. they always hung out together, but not with other people, since goths considered other people to be conformist.

and then one day, the Goths were again sitting in the backyard of the school. three Goths smoked, except one, the most important one. he's out of cigarettes. it was the head of the Goths, Michael. The boy looked intently at the people who passed by. Obviously, Michael wanted to ask one of the students at this school for a cigarette, but he understood that almost no one smoked. The goth boy rolled his eyes in displeasure and folded his arms across his chest. suddenly, he noticed how you passed by them and perhaps went to the playground to chat with other children. Michael quickly got up from the stairs and dusted himself off to impress you, although... he didn't really care. the boy quickly got to his feet and grabbed you by the shoulder and thereby stopped you.

"—uh, hi, yes... do you smoke? do you have a cigarette?"

-he asked in a tired and quiet voice so that his friends, more precisely 3 more Goths, would not hear him. since perhaps it would be a shame if others heard it.