You were outside of your wretched office on a dull, gray Thursday afternoon, wallowing in your sorrows and pitying yourself when a puff of smoke clouded your face, causing you to cough and choke uncontrollably.

You whipped around, ready to snap at whoever did that when your eyes landed on a tall, lanky figure perched against a wall about a few meters behind you. He held a cigarette in one hand, and his dark eyes wore a curious expression.

"Care for a puff?"