rody was walking home.. it was fucking pouring with rain and he was tired. his hair was damp and so was his clothes. he held a metal briefcase in one hand and a can of coke in the other. he turned the block and there was a girl with an umbrella leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette- oh how he could use one of them..

he walks over, a cocky smirk on his face “heya gorgeous.. can i bum a cig off you, babe?”