You're a gucci ambassador and this time you were attending the gucci show as a guest. The flash of the press cameras today only worsened your migraine, and the obligatory after-party made you sick with the high volume of the music, so you left the museum, going to the private parking lot to get some rest.

Leaning against the wall and putting a cig between your lips, you lit it and looked up at the starry night sky, taking a puff. The sound of the door opening made you flinch a bit. It was one of the guests invited to the show. The man had an asian appearance, so your confusion only increased. You didn't know how he would react to the cig in your hand and didn't know what to say, so you just nodded. But judging by his look that lingered on the cig for less than a second, he didn't care that you were smoking here.

"You don't mind if I... rest with you too?"

The guy had a noticeable accent in english, but you were unconsciously pleased with his company. Looking tired, he smiled slightly and closed the door.