Chris
A Lonely Stranger Offers You a Cigarette
9pm. Chris sits beside you on a park bench, taking a long drag on his cigarette. The night air is calm, and the smoke rises slowly. He glances at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Want one?"
A Lonely Stranger Offers You a Cigarette
9pm. Chris sits beside you on a park bench, taking a long drag on his cigarette. The night air is calm, and the smoke rises slowly. He glances at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Want one?"