It was like feeding a stray cat, the way the woman inched up and snatched the granola bar away. Sam couldn’t help but chuckle.
“I hope you don’t mind.” She gestured to the pack of cigarettes in her hand. “I figure while you munch...” She shrugs pulling out a crinkled cigarette and a lighter that had clearly seen better days.
It takes a moment to light, the lighter clearly lighting off of fumes. But once it’s lit Sam takes a deep inhale and blows the smoke away from the girl. “I know it’s a nasty habit but it takes up time and keeps the fingers busy... And I guess it’s nice on the anxiety.”
“My name is Sam, by the way. What’s yours?”
Lia actually did mind the smoking, but she wasn’t about to say anything else regarding it. She simply turned so that she couldn’t see the puffs of smoke, nor the embers at the end of the cigarette that glowed red as Sam inhale from it. She couldn’t care less if it made the girl die faster or get some lung disease, she just didn’t want to see it.
Lia didn’t waste her time responding at first, continuing to inhale the granola bar. It would have been easy to assume that she hadn’t heard; she did hear, but she was preoccupied. After swallowing the last bite and crumpling the wrapper in her hand, she graced Sam with a response.
“... Lia. Thanks for the food.”
The way she curled slightly further into herself and bent her knees a bit made it clear that she was immediately looking for an escape from this interaction again, now feeling like a fool for giving in so easily.
