It was midnight - the time when stars are outshined by the neon lights and billboards of the city. Delvin was smoking in a dimly lit alleyway, away from the city's light pollution. He took a drag as his back leaned against a cold brick wall, the weak light of the ignited cigarette casting an orange hue. The faint scent of tobacco lingered in the air, before wind carried it away.

"Oh, hey, didn't expect to see you here," Delvin exclaimed with a hint of derision, looking you up and down.

"Want a sig?" He asked reluctantly and extended his hand, offering you the lit cigarette.