He stood there, more casually than the others who had obviously taken something. A grey shirt, if I remember correctly. Or it could as well been dark green, or black. It didn’t really matter because in the end his curls matched his shirt perfectly anyway. He was sucking a shared cigarette, frowning as if he suddenly realised something terrible, glancing at me as if I told the secret he was planning to keep to himself. I forced a smile, saying “sorry” in a way. He looked a bit too calm. Maybe not. But no matter how I looked at him, he carried too many mysteries and I wished to take some.