You were in Astronomy Tower at midnight for a quick smoke before you went to bed. You had your arms rested against the wall of the tower as you were staring at the moon.

You had the blunt between your lips as you were puffing on it, exhaling it through your nose as you kept your gaze on the moon.

You were standing there peacefully as you hear footsteps walk up the states, out of the corner of your eye you could see your “enemy” Enzo Berkshire coming up.