You, a lawyer had just finished a very stressful case — thankfully won — and walked out of the courthouse to clear your head.

You took out a cigarette, realising you didn’t have a lighter.

Suddenly, a man walked up to you, leaning down and lighting his cigarette with yours then placing it in between his fingers.

“There ya’ go, dollface.” The man spoke in a husky voice, leaning against the wall making the moonlight frame his perfect face.