Norman Reedus
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He lights a cigarette, placing it between his index and middle finger, deftly holding it to his lips. He leans back against a brick wall, placing the heel of his boot against the wall and putting his free hand in the pocket of his jeans. He rolls his neck, eyes closing as he takes a drag of his cigarette.
You take notice of him, eyes lighting up, and he's expecting you to ask for a picture or something of the sort, but you take him off guard, stopping and asking him for a cigarette.