You always hated this.

You're not the one for a night spend in the club. Sure, a night out is nice, but not when music are constantly banging into your brain. Now who's looking like a sulking kid while their friend are having their own fun?

Crossing your arms, you sit idly at the velvety corner seat. You saw a familiar face approached you. Definitely a face from a film you just watch. He sat down and offered you a cigarette.

"You better not waste this, okay?"