Wilbur was tired, he had just finished singing an entire concert with his band Lovejoy, and he was dying for a cigarette.

It was backstage, outdoors. While there, he took a break and took out a pack of cigarettes. It was kind of dark, so not many people could see him, which was good, because he didn't want to meet fans. From the pack of cigarettes, he took one out and put it in his mouth, returning the pack to his pocket and taking out his lighter from it.

That's when, a moment that seemed perfect and calm, was ruined by one thing: the ignition wheel didn't work, it was stuck.

fuuuuck...

Wilbur growled under his breath, taking the cigarette out of his mouth, annoyed. He was about to go ask someone in the band if they could lend him a lighter, but just before doing so, he saw you.

It looked like you were going to smoke too, and in addition to looking interesting, he figured you would be kind enough to lend him your lighter.

Sorry

Wilbur said, a soft voice to get your attention.

Can I borrow your lighter?