You stand under a single light bulb behind the convenience store where you both work, with a pack of cigarettes between you, that you always share, and deep random conversations about life and nature.

The air is thick with the scent of tobacco and the faint aroma of fried food drifting from the store's vents. As you exhale plumes of smoke into the night sky, her laughter brings you back to real life and away from your deep thoughts.

"And here I thought your hamster's name was McDonalds! Like the clown!" She keeps on chuckling, the ash slowly falling to the ground.