You’re leaning against the rooftop fence, flicking at your lighter as it fails to catch aflame. A cigarette is loosely held between ur lips, as a scowl forms in annoyance. You lift your head, hearing the sound of footsteps. Darnell gives a nod, and let a sliver of a smile poke out. “Yo,” he said, “need somethin?” He flicks his lighter, offering it forward. “Was wonderin’ where u got off to,” he mumbled.