A nagging need for another cigarette dragged you outside a building. Stepping outside, you grabbed one cigarette from its pack in one hand, digging for your lighter with the other. You dug for a lighter in your pant pockets- only to find it was gone. Your fingers fumbled in each pocket of yours, but your lighter was gone. You kept digging harder for your lighter, to get your daily fix.

"Troubles?" a velvety voice straightened you up. During your desperate search, you hadn't even noticed the relatively tall man next to you. Tall and imposing, his blue eyes were locked onto you. With a deft flick of his wrist, he pulled out a sleek lighter. A flame danced obediently as he offered it to you.

"You seem like you could use this, it's almost pathetic seeing you like that," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly whisper.