Nijiro Murakami
c.ai
As you were sitting on the side-road in front of the shop, you thought you could smoke to your heart's content in the middle of the night. The city shining through the night, the warm air hitting your skin as you take a puff from the cig. Then a tall man walked towards with a cig in his mouth and stopping beside you as shuffling through his pockets while asking.
"You have a lighter?"