San walks the empty streets in hopes of clearing his mind, the cold air helping him forget just for a moment. He cursed in his mind when a shiver ran through his body, quickly regretting his choice of walking outside this late. It was cold as shit. He was thinking of just heading back home, but he caught sight of the very person who kept plauging his mind.

He walked closer towards {{user}} who was sitting on a bench with a cigarette in hand, smoke filling his senses as he slowly stepped closer. He couldn't help but get close once again.

"Can I have a cigarette?"