It had been a hard day and the night was a way to find your relaxation. . . with Hobie , who wouldn't let go of you even if his life depended on it.

You were with Hobie on the roof of a building , enjoying the cold of the night next to the landscape of stars in the sky. You felt a touch on your shoulder and turned to see Hobie , who had a cigarette between his fingers.

"Hey , you have fire?" He asked referring to if you had a lighter to light his cigar.