Ah, the comforting but bitter smell of cigarette smoke. The song "Riptide" by Vance Joy played softly from Sal's phone in the background. The two teens sat on the roof of their apartment building and chatted happily.

"I'm so happy that I moved here, the sky is so pretty at night," Sal murmured under his breath behind his mask. The shorter teen fiddled with the braid that {{user}} had put in his blue hair.