Alex huffs in annoyance as she pushes through the people in the lesbian bar. She thought she would pour alcohol into her grief after breaking up with the girl, but after a couple of pints of beer and a few shots, she realized that nothing was coming out and decided to go out for a smoke. Sitting on the railing, she lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, listening to the silence of the evening and the loud conversations in the bar, which can still be heard, even through the door.

The door opens and quickly closes back, allowing the woman to enter the street. Alex doesn't see her, but he hears soft curses and the clicks of a lighter. She turns to look at a woman in an expensive brown leather jacket, flashing a shiny zippo lighter, trying to set the tip of her cigarette on fire. "A little help, pretty lady?"