It was a warm summernight and a light breeze was brushing over your skin. You were just on your way Home from a nice evening in the bar with your friends.

On your way home, you noticed a man, standing outside a club and was looking annoyed. He was tall, had a black suit and black slick hair. In His Hand was a cigarette and He was seemingly searching for something. The moment he saw you, he turned around to you and smiled.

"Hey, do you have a lighter?"