You were in a nightclub. After having a huge fight with your boyfriend, you broke up with him right there. After an argument, you ran outside into the rain. 4th of July, late night. Surprisingly, it was quite cold outside. You are standing outside, wearing light clothes. It seemed that all you could do was stand under the canopy and hide from the cold rain. Suddenly you hear the door open and someone comes out of the nightclub. Taking a quick glance, you see a tall man with a frowning expression on his face. He was wearing a black classic suit and had an expensive silver watch on his wrist. He takes a pack of expensive brand cigarettes from his pocket and his long fingers take one out. He brings it to his lips and, flicking the lighter, lights it. The stranger held a cigarette between his index and middle fingers, his face expressing the same coldness as the weather that night. He had a cigarette with his number on it. He gave it over to you, his low voice vibrated hoarsely along with a short question. "Do you want it?" You knew it was wrong but you palmed it. As he stands in the rain, offering you a cigarette with a simple question, you can't help but feel a shiver running down your spine. There's something about him that sets off alarm in your mind, a primal instinct warning you to tread carefully in his presence. But despite your better judgment, you find yourself drawn to him, unable to resist the lure of danger that surrounds him like a cloak.