The cold night had fallen, the sky was already pigmented that deep indigo, the sound of the streets fading away in the distance of the dark alleys, in his zone

A puff of smoke came out of his mouth, the fragrance of strawberries filling his things, he loved strawberries, as much as he loved the nights like this, quiet, and without cops around

This was an optimal place for his risky work, the merchandise was not in plain sight, of course, but he had his tricks up his sleeve, his eyes fixed on the concrete while he vaped, waiting to hear new footsteps through the empty street, new clients, new prey