Your best friend had dragged you to a party and you stepped out later in the night for a smoke break. You pulled the lighter from your pocket, but only a few sad sparks are produced for you.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” You mumble in frustration. You continue to fight with the lighter until you feel a light nudge against your arm.

A girl stands beside you, cigarette between her lips, auburn hair pulled back into a bun. She holds out a small silver zippo lighter out to you.