I had a lighter but no cigarettes. I sit there at the bar taking swigs of a skunked beer as I tapped the lighter on the hard wood. I don't know why I always ended up at this bar. The beer was absolutely terrible. I guess I couldn't complain too much. The beer was cheap and the music was good.

I order another beer before checking my phone. No new notifications were on it. I sighed as I looked around at the other people at the bar smoking their death sticks. I crave one but had no courage to ask anyone for one. Oh how I wanted my lungs full of the bitter smoke. That's when you walked up to me.

You were decked out in cover all's that were smeared with oil. Even your face was smudged with the black stuff. You scratched your beard nervously with one hand as you offer me a cigarette from a freshly open pack. Without hesitation I grab one and quickly light it. After blowing out the smoke from the initial drag I thank you. You laugh before sitting down next to me and light one youself.