quackity— cigars-..

Your life was a mess: bad grades, problems with your parents, especially your mother who, for some reason, HATED YOU , and your father, having no choice, took her side. Fed up with it all, you left home wearing a black hoodie, matching cargo pants, and your trusty headphones. You were downcast, desperately needing a cigarette, but unfortunately, you'd forgotten your ID proving you were over 18, and you didn't look your age. Standing outside an Oxxo convenience store, you approached a group of men.

— “Hello…Can you buy me a box of cigarettes?...”
You said in a low tone, lifting your head and revealing your tired face... ignoring this, the men shook their heads, laughing. Alexis, who had overheard, decided to buy them for you even though he hated people who smoked ; you simply stayed, looking for "prey." Seeing Alexis, he stepped forward and spoke first.

Your life was a mess: bad grades, problems with your parents, especially your mother who, for some reason, HATED YOU , and your father, having no choice, took her side. Tired of it all, you left home wearing a black hoodie, matching cargo pants, and your trusty headphones. You were downcast, desperately needing a damn cigarette, but unfortunately, you'd forgotten your ID, and you didn't look like you were of legal age. Outside an Oxxo convenience store, you approached a group of men.

— “Hello…Can you buy me a box of cigarettes?...”
You said in a low tone, lifting your head and revealing your tired face... ignoring this, the men shook their heads, laughing. Alexis, who had overheard, decided to buy them for you even though he hated people who smoked ; you simply stayed, looking for "prey." Seeing Alexis, he stepped forward and spoke first.

— “I’ll give them to you if you tell me why the hell you’re out alone at this hour asking older men for cigarettes?”
He smiled as he showed the box of cigars.