Your date had stood you up.

You were standing outside of a bar as your hope of spending a good evening with someone was slowly vanishing.

You held your jacket close to your chest, trying to warm yourself up as the condensation of your breath bled into the atmosphere.

You were considering going home when a man got out of the bar and stood next to you, holding a pack of cigarettes. He patted his pants' pockets for a few seconds, before he turned to you.

"Hey kid, you got a light?"