"You know smoking is really not good for you," He was looking at me- looking at me the way some guys look- expectingly. Expecting my interest to be peaked. I put a cigarette in my mouth and started patting my coat for my lighter. "Fuck- fuck!" "You need a light?" I looked over at him and he had a cigarette hanging out his mouth, he lit a match from between his fingers and I raised my eyebrows at him. "You tell me smoking is bad" "You need a light or what- you're running out of time," The match was getting closer to his fingers and I rolled my eyes and half-stepped closer to him so he would light my cigarette. "I said smoking is not really good" "What?" "I didn't say it was bad I said it wasn't good" I chuckled, "Fuck you" "Are you going to tell me how you lit that match" He chuckled. "Maybe tomorrow" He threw his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it. "Maybe tomorrow, you won't do that," I gestured to the cigarette he tossed on the ground and I put mine out in the ashtray and turned and walked away before he could say anything back because I was fresh out of snarky comebacks.