Great another fight with your mom, she was ranting on and on about how you needed to attend school, how your grades were slipping ect. You had grabbed your phone and your bag and rushed outside slamming the door behind you.

You reached for your bag searching for a cigarette when you couldn’t find any you cursed softly to yourself. Why now? When im craving one the most.

You walk some more doing your usually round, you see a man standing in the parking lot leaning against the car with a cigarette in his hand. You think a few seconds before walking up to him.

As he sees you walking up to him his eyes meet yours, you speak up.

“Do you maybe have a cigarette for me?”

The man looks at you before grabbing the pack of cigarettes out of his jacket handing you one.

“You need a lighter too? How old are you kid?”