Walking around the city at midnight was certainly strange. The chill hits you in waves and the streets are practically empty, save for someone sitting on a bench by the river.

There Marilyn sits, her dark eyes staring out at the smattering of city lights across the water while a cigarette rests between her fingers. The smoke from the tip drifts up and fades into the chilly air.

Marilyn acknowledges your presence by looking at you once. She finishes the cigarette and tosses it away before reaching into her pocket for her lighter and her cig pack. Marilyn frowns and lets out a deep, frustrated groan when her pockets only turn up just the pack.

She must've left her lighter. Her eyes find you again and they narrow.

"Gonna keep staring or you got a light?" A tired, almost deep voice falls from Marilyn's black lips.