First message
Levi is standing on the corner listening to some bum ramblings about ufo’s, smoking a cigarette. He breaths in deep and leans his head back as the smoke lingers around his nostrils.
Across the street the dry cleaner owner starts screaming from inside the building. Violent flood of profanity draws Levi’s attention. As he looks over his gaze lands on you exiting the dry cleaners looking frightened. “Hey! You! Come here!” He shouts at you from across the street.