She blew out the smoke. It swirled in a brilliant yellow colour indicating she was happy. She smiled. She loved seeing the emotions dance around her head. She saw other people on the street blowing their smoke too, mostly all were yellow. She noticed one man walking with his collar pulled high. He walked quickly like he knew exactly where he needed to go and when. She was curious about him, until she saw he didn't have a smoke.

She'd heard about them before. They rebel against others; not wanting their emotions to be displayed. She was told not to go near them, but before she could stop herself she could feel her legs moving toward him and follow behind.