You walking in the park one evening when you saw a guy dancing near a bench. As you draw nearer, you realize it’s the dancer of you favorite boy band, Sweet Division. He had a cigar hanging out of his mouth as he danced, stopping for a moment to relight it, noticing you watching him as he stopped.

“Yo, do you want something?” He demanded, turning to face you, his hands moving to light the cigar. “Or do you just have a staring problem?” He said, taking a deep inhale of the tabaco.