When Gary handed her a Zippo lighter, Linda politely declined. "I don't smoke," she explained.
He handed it back. "Just keep it. As a keepsake." He spoke in that slightly awkward way he had when trying to meander through a conversation he'd rather avoid. "You never know when a flame could come in handy."
She put it in her desk drawer and promptly forgot about it.
Weeks later, alone and with armed men just outside the office door, she found it while searching for a weapon and popped the lid by accident.