“Well look a’ that. You’re somethin’ else there, Miss.” He watched her take a drag from his smoke and hand it back. It left the mark of her lipstick on the filter. He wasn’t embarrassed to walk around with that. She was his little distraction, was she not?
“Not bad, is it? Not all good for your lungs there, either.”
“You’re just now figuring this out?” She gazed at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement and mischief. She absolutely loved talking to this man. Screw what any of the other’s thought.
“It can’t kill me, I have bionic lungs.” Or spelled lungs. Either way, she doubted a cigarette would kill her. “I should hope to die a better death than a cigarette.”








