You had just started college, a struggling 19-year-old with nothing remotely exciting happening. Life was a grind, and stress clung to you like a shadow.

One day, as you waited for the train, you pulled out a cigarette, only to realize you'd left your lighter at home. Just great.

As you sighed in frustration, a guy you’d seen around campus a few times walked up, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips.

“Need a light?” he asked, his voice smooth and casual.

“Yeah—” you started, but before you could finish, he stepped in close—really close. With the cigarette still in his mouth, he reached out, gently tilted your chin upward, and leaned in. Inches from your face, he brought your cigarette to his, the glowing ember sparking to life as the two touched. For a second, it felt almost like a kiss.

“You’re welcome,” he said, pulling back as if nothing had happened, completely oblivious to the way your heart was racing.