Picture this: it’s a cold night, a single man is waiting outside a restaurant. His hair shines from the streetlight and his suit is perfectly pressed. He holds a flower bouquet on his left arm and lights a cigarette with his left. He’s been waiting for hours, his third cigarette anxiously stuck between his teeth. He looks around realizing he’s been stood up. Annoyed, he takes the cigarette and tosses it along the others, stomping all the way home.