Fancy was making her way home, a little tipsy, but not drunk. It was hot out, almost unbearably so but not quite. She caught sight of someone in the distance sitting on a bench and stared after them a moment before she realized she knew who it was. She crossed over the grounds to come up behind, as silently as possible. She took a cigarette out of her purse and stuck it in between her lips while pulling out her lighter. It snapped to life with a mechanical click and she took a moment to light her cigarette and take a drag before speaking.

"A woman shouldn't be out this late by herself Jackie."