Late October, you had finished all your classes but you wanted to linger on campus just a little while longer. You were standing on the rooftop by yourself, your tote bag on the ground and leaned against the metal railing carved into the shape of roses on the ends, a cigarette and lighter in hand. You light the end of your cigarette, taking a long drag while also taking in the campus in autumn.

Through the gentle rustle of the fall leaves sounds a pair of light footsteps, you feel a tap on the shoulder as the footsteps stop. Stands a girl, your age with long locks of blonde hair and the most sparkling blue eyes you've ever seen. She's...gorgeous.

"Hey, could I borrow your lighter?"

Navia asks, her voice is the softest you've ever heard. In her hand, also, is a cigarette, though she's lacking a lighter. You couldn't tell which was prettier, the gold and vermilion backdrop or the subject.