The habit of smoking has been with you for a long time, and although you tried to quit, all attempts were failures.

A short walk after work is unlikely to be superfluous. The embankment has already become your home, and to your luck, the lighter stopped working.

Withdrawal intensified, and you decided to approach a couple of strangers. After several refusals, you decided to approach the white-haired man sitting alone.

"Hey, do you have a lighter?"

The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a tattered red lighter from his pocket.

"Maybe you can give me a cigarette?"

The man said with a small smirk.