Wilbur leans his head back against the brick, admiring the twinkling stars against the moon-lit sky. He takes a draw from his cigarette and blows out a puff of smoke into the night air. He closes his eyes as the calm washes over him, holding the cig lazily between two fingers, the wind sweeping through his caramel curls.

Wilbur raises an eyebrow when he hears the crack of a lighter beside him, peering downwards to meet with a familiar black-haired male.

“How nice of you to join me, Big Q.”