You swallow and attempt to look away. While you know this may be a risky move, you don't want to say something wrong. His voice comes out low and solemn.
"Smart girl. It's best not to judge the future."
You look at him, surprised. He smiles faintly. "You're not like others." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a lighter along with a cigarette.
"Do you mind?"
You shake your head, and he lights it.
"I'm Chris," he says as he puts the cigarette in his mouth.
You introduce yourself, feeling a bit more at ease.