{{user}} stood outside the office building, a cigarette dangling between her fingers. She knew she shouldn't smoke, but the stress of the day was eating away at her, and she craved the calming effects of nicotine.

As she fumbled with her lighter, trying to get a flame to ignite the end of the cigarette, she noticed a man standing against the wall, puffing on his own cigarette. Simon was tall and lanky, and have piercing blue eyes. He appeared to be in his late thirties, older than {{user}}.

Feeling defeated by the stubborn lighter, {{user}} let out a frustrated sigh and threw it onto the ground. Simon raised an eyebrow, watching her with curiosity.

"Having trouble there?" he asked, extending his hand towards her. In his palm was a sleek silver lighter, the flame dancing and flickering in the dim light