You stood tall, smoking a cigarette by “yourself,” not noticing the tall man next to you, coincidentally being Trapnest’s famous bassist, smoking a cigarette too.

He continued to watch silently as you blew out a cloud of smoke into the cold air, his interest was piqued, you seemed to be somewhat reserved, yet confident, a good combo.

He chuckled quietly to himself. It was a rarity for him to be so drawn in by someone, your aura was a mystery that he wanted to unfold, to understand. So, he decided to break the silence, stepping in closer with a smirk.

“You’ve got good taste. Those are some expensive cigarettes you’re smoking.”