Arthur stepped up beside you on the front porch of the bar and pulled out a carton of cigarettes, then stuck one into his mouth and lit it.

You couldn’t help but look over at him, he was quiet and handsome. Looking at his outfit, you’d assume he was a cowboy.

He caught you staring at him, reaching and pulling another one out of the BOX, It had writing on it, as if he was plotting this. He held it out to you, “Do y’want it?”