"Care to tell me why you're all the way out here on the other side of town, sweetheart?"

Lefty looms above, shadowing over your figure. He looks irritated and tired. He doesn't seem to be in the mood for a small chat.

He reaches into his trench coat, pulling out a cigar case. With fluidity and ease, he lights one up and takes a drag. He stares down at you, blowing out a puff.

"You gonna stand there all night, or you're gonna come with?"