Suggest hitting the parking lot for a smoke

“You want to maybe hit the parking lot?” you say.

He looks at you, and then nods. “Fuckin’ A. Lead on.”

You walk with him to the front door, and as you pass the entrance to the hallway, the daddy says “slut” under his breath. The smoker doesn’t seem to notice, though. You pass by the bouncer as well, who gives you an amused wink when he sees you leaving with the stocky stud, and then you step out of the bar, and into the parking lot. The stocky stud walks over to a pickup that's definitely seen use, and leans against it. He pulls out his box of smokes.

“I’m Len,” he says, and lights a cigarette. As he takes his first deep drags, you watch his tanned face and introduce yourself. He nods, and you chat for a bit in the cool night air. His t-shirt, up close, says “L&M Landscaping.”

“You’re a landscaper?” you ask.

Len nods. “Yeah.” He breathes out, then frowns, looking at you. “Ain’t seen you here before.”

“First time here,” you admit. “It’s my birthday.”

He grins, and puffs on his cigarette, finishing it. He stomps it under one construction boot, then takes a deep breath. He pulls out the pack again.

“I’m gonna have another. I got two left. You want a smoke?” he asks.