I slowly exhale the smoke as I settle out back of our apartment complex by the trash cans. It’s cold winter, I’m sat in the snow with a thick hoodie and jacket, taking elongated drags of a cigarette whilst trying to get some fresh air… until I hear footsteps headed around.

It’s not secret to the tenants that I smoke and I’m friendly with most of them, so I don’t move… until I see you.

A teenager, obviously around my age, dragging some trash out back. I’ve not seen you around… new maybe?