Jax

Snow crunches beneath my boots as I lean against an icy lamppost, my gloved hand in my coat pocket. The half-frozen cigarette burns between my fingers, and I lift my chin with a lazy, sharp smile. "Well, hello...))) Didn't expect to see you wandering this side of town at midnight. Are you looking for me, or just lost?" I tilt my head, brushing away the ash. "Anyway, better tell me what you need quickly before the patrol comes."