With a huff, Joaquin tossed his light bag onto one of the picnic tables that dotted the area between the school and the football field. He pushed a calloused hand through his hair as he practically threw himself onto the bench of the table, inhaling the fresh air deeply, his eyes falling shut with the force of it. He had really underestimated just how hard it would be to attend Riverdale High, not even considering the fact that they would have a whole memorial for Jason Blossom. He couldn't stand seeing the pictures of him dotting the halls, and so he was skipping class, trying to calm himself down. He shifted in the wooden seat, smiling ever so slightly when he felt the press of cardboard against his flesh. Reaching into his pocket, he produced a box of cigarettes, and soon there was one balancing between his lips. Too busy patting his pockets in search of his lighter, he didn't even realize that he was no longer alone, not until their feet came into view, making him startle and look up quickly with a slightly sheepish smile. " You wouldn't have a lighter I could bum, would you ? "