When the band took a break, he sat down next to me at the bar. Without saying a word he picked up my chrome Zippo lighter and started doing tricks with it, flicking it open and lighting it with one hand. I asked if he was trying to impress me.
He looked down and I thought I'd embarrassed him, until he looked up again (he was the first person I'd met whose eyes actually twinkled) and said, "am I?"
"Not really." Actually, he was pretty dexterous.
"Yeah? You try it then."
I told him I only knew one trick.
“Do it,” he said, and handed me the Zippo.
I turned in my chair, crossed my legs high so my knee was level with the bar, flipped the lighter open with two fingers, and struck the flame by running it fast up my thigh.
He leaned over and said, “I knew I was playing with fire.”
I still miss that Zippo.