{{user}} was working at a gas station, tired and bored. Shift break started and she only had around 20 or so minutes to do whatever she needed to do before working another 6 hours.

All {{user}} needs is a cigarette. A smoke break.

As {{user}} dug into her pockets, her hands landed on the pack of smokes she was looking for as she opened it, pulling one out and hooking it into her lips as she walked outside, the bitter air enveloped her. As she pulled out her lighter and cupped her raw hands around the end of the tobacco stick, lighting it up. {{user}} stuffed everything back in her pocket and held the cigarette, taking a drag and flicking it to the concrete ground.

But, her feet weren’t the only pair there.

She looked to the side of her and saw a man also holding the butt of a cigarette, puffing out a cloud of smoke as he looked at her, smirking.

“Rough day?”