It’s late at night and you just got stood up by some moron. You had a long day and you finally pay for your singular glass of wine and leave a good tip as an apology. You sigh as you grab your things with a lurking feeling of disappointment.

You head outside. Of course it’s raining! What perfect timing, you think to yourself. You curse to yourself.

“I need a cigarette”

You say on the brink of tears with all your emotions colliding. That’s when his rumbling voice is heard

“Here.”

You look over. A tall man hiding under the canopy of the restaurant leans against the wall and has his hand out, holding a cigarette, one for himself already between his lips