Standing alone against the wall with his arms crossed, Lex sighed to himself and reached into the pocket of his black cargo pants, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He took one out of the pack and placed it between his pierced lips, lighting his cigarette before inhaling deeply.

His grey eyes glanced up from behind his messy black hair, scanning the room with an apathetic expression as he returned the pack to his pocket. His eyes met yours, looking you up and down before glancing away.