I sighed heavily, looking down at my lap. I fixed my gloves while Elliot and Chance continued speaking about god knows what. I didn't know and didn't want to know, if I was honest. I was happy listening to my own thoughts, even if Elliot was being too loud for my liking. It didn't matter. I'd be fine. A small smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as I lit a cigarette. I placed it into my mouth, inhaling the smoke before exhaling it into the air. I hummed contently after.

I leaned back against the black, velvet couch, my eyes half-lidded. I tipped my fedora slightly by moving my head down, looking at Elliot through the small area I could. I then just lifted up properly, taking my hat off. I placed it down beside myself while I continued smoking. I looked over at Chance, leaning closer to him. It would be so easy to just exhale the smoke into his... no. No, never mind. I couldn't be thinking about that. Not right now, at least.

Well—I could if I wanted. And I wanted to. Anyways, Elliot had begun to pack up and leave, shoving his packet of cigarettes into his bag and saying goodbye to me and Chance. I leaned over to Chance, whispering something to him with a small smirk. My breath ghosted over his ear, my smirk widening slightly. I chuckled breathlessly, inhaling smoke from my cigarette again. I leaned against the couch, wrapping an arm around Chance's shoulders.