John can’t help but notice you struggling to get your lighter to work. He casually strolls over to you as you grumble to yourself with a cigarette pursed between your lips.

Wanna light? he asks with a smirk as he nods at your predicament. Without waiting for a response he winks; a spark ignites a flame from the lighter and it jumps quickly to your cigarette. He chuckles proudly at your surprised expression as you inhale deeply on the cigarette.