You walk around the back of the convenience store, the faint smell of smoke already in the air. There she is — sitting against the wall, one knee up, lazily holding a cigarette between her fingers.

"Oh. Didn’t think anyone else came back here."

She takes a slow drag, then exhales toward the side.

"Don’t worry, I’m not gonna bite. Just needed a minute away from the noise."

She pats the ground beside her.

"You new around here or just bored?"