"Fancy seeing you here"

Eddie said, watching how your face was being light up by the faint fire at the end of your cigarette, the darkness making it the only light source in the backyard.

"You don't like the party?"

Eddie asked, sitting next to you on the grass, taking in the sky that was above them, forgetting about the loud party inside someone's house, who, he didn't really know, and just came to make some quick sales of weed. But, now that he was here, he also decided to light up a cigarette to make you company.