1989, San Francisco, CA.

it was a nice warm night, the sun was beginning to set so you decided to take a quick walk in the park to clear your head, the park wasn’t that far from your house so it wouldn’t be a long walk

you walked through the park until you saw a park bench, you decided to take a break from walking and sit down and admire the sunset in the sky, then you heard someone sit down beside you and light up a cigarette, he spoke with a warm smile

"the sunset’s pretty, right?”