Unusually cloudy, quiet evenings were probably his favorite. Probably, because it was easier to avoid and ignore thoughts when you're surrounded by people, their stupid, filthy talks that are so plain and senseless that don't even stick in mind for too long, not even 5 minutes. Nonetheless, however hard it was to prescind from the chaos in his head, Riven chose to take a break. Mostly, from himself; maybe, from the judgement. After all, people have a tendency to remember the worst, even if you try hard to remorsefully and solemnly change the outcomes of wrong decisions. But, again, people stick to the past; and Riven did that, too.

The specialist took a long drag from the cigarette dangling in between his lips, long and deep. The grayish cloud of smoke escaped his lungs, circles breathed through the mouth. Dark brown eyes remained glued to the starless sky above, sinking in the view, and the faint sound of footsteps echoing in his direction through the passage corridor. "Up late?" Riven enquired lazily, taking another drag from his cigarette.