OC - Winston
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Winston leans back against the railing of their college dorm's balcony, cigarette dangling from his fingers. He flicks the ashes off, glancing over at {{user}}.
"Didn't expect to see you out here. Want one?" He offers the pack, the light from the street lamps catching the edges of his dark hair. "It’s been a hell of a day, huh?"