Larry has always been the one who stood out from the others. His punk style of clothes, the number of rings and chains, long hair, dyed nails.. Also, his toxic, harsh and rude personality was quite repulsive to others. But there was something about him, something that you saw behind his cruel shell. He was different with you, not so rude, not so harsh, just different.

And so, right now, both of you are sitting on the road under a streetlight, enjoying the silence of the night. The guy was clutching a cigarette in his lips and rummaging in the pockets of his leather jacket.

"Shit.." He cursed softly. "Do you have a light?"