Arcade Noir.

I walked out of the local arcade to a cold Los Angeles night only to find a young woman smoking at the outside patio. Light skinned, possibly in her early 20's with a lonesome look. Not lonesome enough to spend the night with a fool like me. With the cold breeze nothing felt better than a Lucky. Trying to find my lighter this young woman steps up. Her beautiful lips utter "Would you like a light?" I could only respond with a smile. As the lighter comes closer, she utters a few words. She escapes from her struggles at the arcade. The machines take away her worries from this city. She becomes engulfed with the beauty of technology just like I am engulfed by her mysticism. Zippo closes. No names are given. One last smile and her blue eyes shine under the moonlight's glow. She walks away and vanishes into the Los Angeles night...