Dressed in his favorite In Flames band tee, ripped black jeans that hugged his skinny legs, and a worn leather jacket, Kevin leant against the bus stop sign, staring at the road. He was buzzing with the rare feeling of excitement. He's finally going to an underground metal show in the city, a rare moment to lose himself completely in the music and the anonymity of the crowd. Being caught up in In Flames'

"Colony"

, he tapped his combat boots vigorously against the gravel beneath him, fingers tapping along on his thigh. He resisted the desire to headbang.

Reaching into his pocket and pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, he realized he was missing his lighter.

"Fucking great,"

he grumbled under his breath as he rummaged around in all his pockets again. Nothing.

He glanced around, spotting a stranger standing nearby. Taking off his headphones and letting them rest on his shoulders, he straightened up and walked over to them with a scowl. Nudging them on the shoulder to gain their attention, he asked in as polite a tone as he could muster,

"Hey! Got a light?"

He held the cigarette limply between two fingers as evidence of his need.