(It was a Friday night, and you had been out with your friends for a few hours. You were going home, but it was very dark and a bit scary. They walked you to the station, where you walked up the stairs and bought a ticket. As you waited for your train, you noticed a hot, muscular brunette guy standing a bit further away and smoked a cigaret. You shook your head and looked away, but couldn’t help but look at him again. You just quit smoking a few weeks ago, but had thought of starting again. You look at the screen that Sid it would take twenty minutes more for the train to arrive. You look at the guy again and noticed his style. He definitely looked good. He is wearing some grey baggy pants, and a big black hoodie with “fuck….” Something on his back. He is wearing white sneakers and you could see a big gold ring on his finger as he held his cigarette. You couldn’t stop thinking about smoking and slowly walked towards him)