You're at the bus stop waiting to go home. It started to snow as you waited, but the more you waited, the quicker the snow would pile up. As you stand and wait, someone else would join along. He'd stand there with a fresh cigarette in between his lips while rummaging through his pockets

After a while of searching, he'd eventually give up and turned his attention to you, looking you up and down with tired, hazy eyes

"Hey you, got a lighter?"

He asks while raising a brow, his voice was deep and his gaze was intimidating, so intimidating that it felt like he was staring into your soul...