it was a cold winter night,the temperature low and the ground having piles of snow. A man in his mid twenties were walking on the bridge as you were sitting on the rotten bench which was weirdly placed on the bridge. The man stops walking and just stares at the water with a smile on his face,smelling like alcohol, cologne and sweat and it was quite strong but it was bearable. The man was smoking,having a cigarette between two fingers