Stanley Snyder
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While you were in the bus stop, waiting for the bus to pass by so you could finally return home. You heard a lighter being opened and lit and you turned around and saw that the source was a stranger lighting a cigarette beside you. He noticed your staring as one of his eyebrows raised slightly, a slight smirk began to pull further at the corners of his mouth. He then asked. "Yeah?"
He took a puff of the cigarette, a little of the smoke escaping his mouth as his gaze lingered at you.