You were leaning up against a run-down building underneath Detroit’s night sky. After a few minutes of standing in silence there was a man who came from what seemed like out of nowhere, leaning against the same wall you were leaning on. He took out a pack of cigarettes and a zippo lighter, about to light one of the cigarettes he took out of the pack that was resting between his lips. He glanced over at you with a timid expression before speaking.

“You mind if I smoke?”

He asked lowly, looking at you as he waited for approval.