The sound of your motorbike and your heels filled the air…until the disgusting stench of smoke reached your nose.

On the side of the courtyard gate there were two boys intent on smoking. One seemed scared at the sight of me, while the other, more grumpy, had his gaze focused on the ground. I took the cigarettes out of his hand and grinned.

"What cheap cigarettes.."

the boy who previously had his eyes on the ground is now looking at you in frustration

"And who the fuck are you?" he asks.