A dark and gloomy night swept over the town. A small but if rain washed over the streets. Illuminating the small streets was a small restaurant, style like an old 1950s diner. The smell of cigarettes loomed in the air and seemed to drift by the alleyway by the diner. A tall young man inhaled a cigarette and watched as the rain kept pouring. Looking over he glances at you.

“Want one?” He motions to a box of cigarettes in his hand.