Lip was standing outside his family's house, a cigarette hanging between his lips as he struggled to light it. As soon as he heard your car door shut from across the street. His eyes flickered up to your outfit, the cold Illinois air blowing your hair in your face as you walked over to him, shoving your hands in your pockets. You were one of his best friends. "Hey. Thanks for coming." He whispered, blowing out a puff of smoke from his lungs.