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I live for interactions such as last night, as the five of us were leaving Lyle's.

This very attractive, and soft-spoken (wasted) girl was standing outside, and we noticed each other. She was just standing by the entrance/exit of the parking lot.

Her: "Hi..."

Me: "Hello."

Her: "How's it going?"

Me: "...good good. What about you?"

Her: "I can't get this fucking button."

She couldn't button her teeny tiny little jacket. Gloves were getting in the way. She looked very confused (trashed).

Me: "Let me help you with that. Is that alright?"

Her: "I can get it..." Fiddles a little more. "Okay, yeah, you can help me."

Me: (Bombed) Helps out. Buttons the top button, then, "I'm gonna button the second one now. Is that alright?"

Her: "No! Don't get that one. I'm too fat!" Chuckles.

Me: "What the fuck? Don't be like that, okay? You're wasting your time, talking like that. Let me get that button."

Her: Smiles, "...sure."

I finish buttoning her jacket, make sure it's all in order, and look back up. She's staring me right in the face.

"Do you have a cigarette?"

Me: "Sure sweetie." Grab a cigarette, hand it too her, strike a match, light the cigarette. She thanks me with this weird look in her eye (drunk) and I say, "I'm not Jesus Christ, dear. I just gave you a cigarette, that's all."

Her: "I know... but thanks."

And I turn to go to the car, and I'm smiling about that. And I'm about half-way down the alley when I hear

Her: "HEY!"

Me: I turn around, "What's up sweetie?"

Her: "Merry Christmas!"

Me: "Merry Christmas!"

We both walk away. End scene.