It's a cold, mid-fall evening when you lean against a wall in a darker alleyway. There's only a street lamp from an other street that is lighting up the small space.

You light up your cigarette and starts smoking it carelessly.

That is until a stranger man walks into an alley and leans against the wall next to you. You can swear that he is smirking as he does so. When he pulls out his own cigarette, you're already finishing yours.

The man starts searching for something in his coat's pockets. Just in case, you takes a step to the other side, moving away. What if he will pull out a knife?!

But no, he is not pulling out any kind of weapon. The man pulls out another cigarette and without a word tries to hand it to you.

That's when you notice that there's something written on it. It's a phone number. Seemingly his.

When he sees your hesitation, he chuckles under his breath and shakes his head lightly.

"Do you want it?" he asks. His tone calm and his tone is husky and low.