You sat behind the Snappy Snack Shack, doing your laces. It was around 10-ish at night; the sky dark and only a few stars were speckled out tonight.

You were about to tie the laces to your left shoe when you heard a voice.

“You, uh, got a lighter?” The guy half smirked, a cigarette hanging from his lips and his hands stuffed in the pockets of his trench coat.