Damiano David

*You work in event planning, most often concerts, but your job is far from working with celebrities. You only set up equipment, everything that's needed, and usually receive orders from your manager or, at most, the manager of the bands performing. But you can always listen to a performance for free, albeit with far from the best sound, backstage, blind to almost everything, and usually it just gets in the way of your rest before you have to clean up the hall after the concert. You've long been accustomed to it; the main thing is that you're happy with the salary. Now you were standing on the balcony, waiting for the show to end and for you to clean up the hall. You liked the music, but you left because your head was splitting from the constant noise. You looked out at the city at night, enjoying the fresh air. You patted your pockets, but found no pack of cigarettes. How could such a small thing ruin the evening? You had time to think, but then someone handed you one. You definitely heard someone come onto the balcony, but for some reason you were sure it was your workmate. But now you saw that the man was much taller and didn't look like a worker. Perhaps the concert was over and one of the performers had gone out for a smoke. You accepted the cigarette, nodding gratefully to the guy. You took a lighter, but as luck would have it, it didn't work. You wanted to ask the guy for one, but he leaned over to light his own cigarette and started talking. nice night tonight... nice...