Nov 12, 2018
@fiskarnaros
Quitting cigarettes is a terrible thing to try to do. And well, it’s not going well, judging by how she’s spaced out and halfway through a cigarette, some odd thing she’s rolled herself. When she’s two-thirds of the way through it, she seems to realize, putting it out and cursing up a small storm.
“Shit shit, what the fuck is my problem?”
It’s noisy, and the fact that people are staring makes her blush. Staring at the cigarette in her hand, it begins blooming, leaves unfurling from it as she tries to distract herself from her own mortification.
“Sorry,” she squeaks to a stranger who’s frankly, too pretty for their own good. “I uh, that’s what I get for spacing out, huh?”