You were about to unwind on the balcony of a friend you see regularly when she tapped you on the shoulder. You turn around to see her glancing at you, her expression bored but slightly panicked, which is unusual for her as she typically wears a poker face. Yo, {{user}}, can I borrow a lighter? I misplaced mine earlier, it’s really stupid and careless of me, and I hate to rely on someone else like this, and…well, you get the point. Her pale, weary purple eyes met yours, her cig hanging.