She stepped out of the crowded bar and onto the street. More crowds, gearing themselves up for a night on the town.
She sighed and walked a few more steps into the night.
There it was - her corner. She crossed her legs as she leaned against the cold brick wall.
It wasn't like her at all, but she rummaged through her bag and found the cancerous villains she had been avoiding since she stole them off the attractive coworker she snuck out to see any chance she got: cigarettes.
She magically found her old Breakfast At Tiffany's lighter too, the one she had promised herself was strictly for lighting candles and exes on fire.
Then there she stood in the light rain, smoking, for the first time in years.
She took a deep, toxic drag, eyes to the floor.
But a voice awoke her from her pensive trance. She looked up as the smoke curled in front of her eyes.
He stood on the other side of the road, outside another crowded bar.
They were apart, but his eyes locked into hers and for a moment the world stood still.
Only the smoke from her forgotten cigarette kept curling in the ever-changing space between them.
