You’ve felt stuck lately..Dead end job, waking up everyday to do the same thing as yesterday, a never ending cycle. Fine.. You pack a bag, just what you fit in a backpack. And you go to the bus stop.

If anything stops you on the way it’s not meant to be.. You think as the crunch of your boots in the snow comes to a stop. After 10 minutes, you look over to the sound of footsteps. An attractive man stood next to you, lighting up a cigarette. He glanced over at you, silently offering you one.