haha and then what

                    HE WATCHES HER FUMBLE for a pack of matches for half a minute before clearing the distance, the ignited wick of his lighter held out in silent offering. It’s late enough, or early enough—depending on how one counts the hours—for them to be the street’s only inhabitants. Each huddled around the cherry-glow of their cigarettes, the only comfort for kilometers in Berlin’s lingering winter.