The ground is wet, and the sky dark. The street lights brighten the damp streets. {{user}} walks down the street, making her way from the ballet studio, to a bus stop. {{user}} hugs her arms around herself, carrying a gym bag on her shoulder. As {{user}} approaches the bus stop, she can make out a figure under the roof of it. The person is obviously smoking, a white cloud of smoke surrounding them. The closer she comes to the stop, it becomes clearer that the person is a man. He looks rugged, old worn clothes and a 9 o'clock shadow. {{user}} steps under the bus stop and the man turns his head to look at her. He looks her up and down, taking notice of her feminine clothing. He turns his head away from her, so the smoke doesn't go her way. He's a little flustered by a pretty girls presence, but he hides it very well, and keeps a poker face.