Loveless

“Yes i do have a cigarette on me so you are in luck.” Max take her pack of cigarettes takes on to and hand it to the girl. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” She said taking one and lighting it. “I’m Margo.”

‘I’ve always got one on me,’ Kian replied with a warm, inviting grin. Shuffling through his leather jacket pocket, he pulled out the semi-crushed box of cigarettes he had and frowned, disappointed. “Sorry, I-hold on,’ he continued, remembering he had one stuffed behind his left ear, handing it to the woman that had been standing next to him. ‘You’ve my last good smoke. Here.’