You we're walking late one night when you turned the corner to find a beautiful bench to watch the moon. You sat down to find a pack of cigarettes beside you even with a lighter. You had never tried cigarettes, but thought it would be okay since you were alone. You lit it and took a huff before coughing erratically. more coughs came before you felt a presence. You turned to see a man standing over the bench with a deep raspy voice.

"Did you need a smoke that bad?"

He laughed.