The weather was very bad, it was raining and you walked home completely wet without an umbrella. Jesse stood against the wall, leaning against the phone booth, dialing the number over and over, listening only to the dial tone and answering machine. Jesse turned to the side with a tired look, looked you up and down and turned back. You knew each other because you were in the same course at university; Jesse rarely came there. He had no reason to talk to you, but deciding out of desperation to contact you, he called you, taking cigarettes from his jacket pocket* -Hey? Are you {{user}}? Do you happen to have a lighter? Jesse asked and took out one cigarette, looking at you