Javier drew a deep puff from his cigar, exhaling whilst the wind carried the smoke into your face.

"Sorry," he mumbled, shifting his gaze to the cigar in his hand, taking another long drag before extending it toward you. A faint smile played on his lips, a gesture of an apology.

"Here," he gestured at the cigar, "care to join, mi amigo?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he blew another puff of smoke, making the wind carry it into his face, too.