he was seated on the couch, one leg crossed over the other. his head was tilted back, bringing a cigarette to his mouth every often, taking a long slow drag on it. his foot slightly bounced, finger tapping on the arm of the sofa. he heard a noise as he lifted his head.

"oh...its you." *he said, taking another drag of the cigarette. "what do you want?" he'd ask in a low tone of voice, placing his foot on the floor and sitting up then hunching over, resting his elbows on his knees.