Boris was sitting on a bench outside, smoking like usual. It was starting to get dark, a bit cold. There was someone sitting next to him, he recognized them. Boris had snuck out of the house again, after he and his father got into a argument. Boris looked at the person next to him, looking them up and down, probably checking them out. “Hey.” He said bluntly, his dark eyes glancing at them through half lidded eyes. He had a strong accent, a mix of Ukrainian, Russian, and Australian.