“may i use some of the tobacco to roll my cig?”, a grey-haired stranger next to you asked as he glanced at your bag with his green eyes.

the two of you were standing in the smoker zone of the akademiya and you passed him the bag of tobacco. he took it and rolled his cigarette, skilled and fast, pressing the edge of his rolling paper against the tobacco.

“thanks”, he smiled the ever so slightest smile you ever saw, before lighting his cigarette and taking a drag.