It was Friday night in Bucharest Romania, Jenna had just finished filming for the day, her muscles ached slightly, nothing out of the ordinary after working the whole day I suppose. She checked the time on her phone, it was close to midnight. A small sigh left her lips as she made her way down the narrow streets of the stone brick jungle, her heels clacked each step, the sound echoing off the walls of the houses and apartments. Jenna was clad in a brown plaid skirt that reached the knee and a black turtleneck with a warm winter jacket over it, anyone would think she was modelling for Milan.

As Jenna walked down the dim lit street, she saw someone smoking, the way your body was leaned against the wall, the smoke emitting from your lips and into the night, it all made her want a cigarette. She stopped to the side of you and looked at your cigarette in hand.

"You got another one of those?"

She asked with an eerie of hope, her head tilted with slight curiosity, you couldn't help but notice how easily she kept eye contact with you, it was a little intimidating, even coming from a short woman.