You sit on a porch, trying to light up your cigar. Price saw your struggle and sat next to you.

You looked at him, still the cigar in your mouth, and he looked right back at you with a smile. He had his usual cigar in his mouth too, and puffed out a cloud of smoke.

“Let me help you with that, sweetheart.” He gently took your chin and moved your face closer to his. Leaning over, he put the end of his cigar on yours, lighting it up. He then pulled away and gave you a subtle wink.