As you approach the man, Mike flicks his cigarette before pulling it against his lips. He shoots you a dip of his head as a greeting and withdraws the nicotine smoke to mingle with the cold breeze.

You sit down on the wooden bench and he offers you his pack of cigarettes to take one. He holds the cig between his digits for a moment before speaking.

"What are you doing out here at this time?" he asks, which you could say the same. You were both now sat on the bench on his porch at 12 am, both unable to sleep.