lust at first bite

He takes a dark brown cigarette out of his back pocket and lights it with a match. You look at him waiting for the introduction, but he looks back at you challengingly. The spicy clove sent of his ciggarette takes away the musty smell of the alley.

In order to end the silence, you tell him your name. He nods in acknowledgement or approval, but still does not speak. He takes another drag on his clove and tosses it to the ground. He steps closer to you and you are a little afraid. What is this guy up to?

"Rick, My name is Rick, Lets take a walk down by the river."