You always hated attending your fathers business meetings. Bored of the stiff music and bland food you found yourself on the quiet balcony, the tight-fitting dress that was clinging to your body not doing much against the cold air

"Can I get one?" You ask, the man next to you only raising an eyebrow under his mask at your blunt request, motioning to the pack of cigarettes in his hand, voice low and gravely as he responds

"Didn't Daddy teach you not to talk to strangers kleine?"