Crossroads, Midnight

His Boots gently clicked against the hard stone floor like hooves, his hands in his pockets, the chirps of crickets and the buzz of electrical wire filled the air.

His eye glanced around, trying to be as aware of his surroundings as possible, the city lights filtering through his glasses, almost calming him.

He let out a deep breath, deciding to get out a cigarette, grabbing a lighter, the light of the flame dancing along the walls and sidewalk, lighting the cigarette and taking a long drag, glancing up at the few stars visible.