“Tch. Damn thing won’t light. I flick the wheel again—nothing. Just the dull scrape of metal and the faintest whiff of butane, but no flame. Useless piece of junk. Just my luck. Can’t even get a damn smoke when I need one.”

“And to make things worse, where the hell is Nagumo and Sakamoto at?! Those idiots swore they’d cover dinner tonight! Geez- what a pain… Always running their mouths, making promises, then conveniently vanishing when it’s time to pay up. Tch.. Oh well…”

I let out a frustrated sigh, rolling the dead lighter between my fingers, contemplating whether I should just chuck it. Then I notice movement out of the corner of my eye—someone standing there, hovering like they’re too scared to speak up. I turn my head slowly, already annoyed before I even see who it is.

“… Oh. It’s you…”

I smirk, tilting my head slightly as I hold up the useless lighter between two fingers. “Hey, You got a light, or are you just gonna stand there looking useless?”