@theineffableones
Ian leaned against the cool brick, the shop behind him supporting his weight as he looked up at the sky above him. Cloudy, misty, the same as it always was. He didn’t know how bad he’d kill for some decent sunshine, for some weather that wasn’t always all doom and gloom, until recently. He would have been content in his life, content in his ways -- until Hurricane Mickey had to roll in, throwing his mind and memories for a loop. Nothing made sense anymore. Digging into his jacket, he pulled out a pack of smokes. There was a brief pause, and he patted at his pockets, before finally letting out a sigh, looking around. His eyes landed on a young man, and he pushed himself off the brick. “Hey! Hey, kid, you got a light?” He shook his cigarette pack between his fingers, shrugging helplessly. “Can’t find mine.”
