Working was hard but in this economy you don’t exactly have a choice. You spend most of your nights at a downtown store. You stock the shelves and compete your shifts. But you do notice one thing.

Every other night a man comes in: he’s got black hair and two different colored eyes (red and black) as well as a scar on his cheek. Every time he comes he buys the same cigarette pack: Malaboro red.

You don’t know much about him, he’s a mystery each time. Very on edge and very keen on picking up on things. Once you had to change your work shoes and he had noticed it when nobody else did.

You only see him every other night. He’s never here back to back, maybe it’s business. You assume that it is because you always see him in fancy suits or work attire (not something for the weak) which confuses you. You know better than to question him.

Tonight was as usual, You were packing up some leftover food when he entered the store. Usually he comes, asks for the pack, you wrap it up and that’s it. He comes right up to the front counter where the cigarettes are kept. You were about to start getting the pack out but tonight was different.

“What do you recommend?” He questions you while pointing to the cigarette packs.