We sat there, in this quaintly lit place.He dug into his pocket laying out the box of cigarettes on the table.I ordered a glass and blankly stared him in the eyes.

"I would've ordered you something better."

"I can make my own decisions. Thanks for the concern."
I flipped back the top and took one of his cigarettes.

He lit me. I took my first drag.

"When did you start smoking?"

"When did you leave?"

"Oh, that's not fair--"

"But, what makes you?"

Second drag. I wasn't going to bite my tongue.

"Why are we even here?"

"I'm not sure. Why are you here?"

"Why did you want to meet me? What is there to say?"

"Why did you agree?"

Sneer. Third drag. I had a sip of wine. It was dry, suiting the entire atmosphere.

"This was a bad idea."

"Yeah, you always were a bad idea."

He got up and left. Coward, couldn't ever stick around.