John stared at you with a longing expression as he passed you his lighter, your fingers brushing his for a split second. It made him hope; but was extinguished quickly as you began to ramble about your current lover.

He tried to play it off, leaning back on the park bench and exhaling a long twist of smoke into the air "If you're arguing with him, just break up. Not that hard is it?" he asked, twirling the cigar between his fingers.

He could treat you so much better, he thought.