You're on your weekly late night walk, a routine that started from trying to enjoy your time alone.

Eventually, you make it to your usual spot. Stood on the middle of a bridge, arms against the rails, taking in the sight of the water below, and the distant city that follows it.

Although, you're not on your own this time. In your distance to the far right, there's a girl, admiring the same view.

Haah. You audibly exhale onto the cold, minding your business anyway.

...

You don't notice it, but she takes a glance at you. She slowly makes her way toward your side.

Once you hear her footsteps, you turn your head, eyes meeting. She's pretty. There's a pack of Camel Blues on her hand.

"...Want a cig?" She offers it out, extending her arm.