You knew Traffic. He was your mere acquaintance. You didn’t take him for a smoker because he didn’t give you those type of vibes. That was until you spotted him in the parking lot, puffing away at some cigarettes.

You walked up to him and looked at the pack of cigarettes. It was half empty. You then saw an already empty pack on the floor.

You looked at him and asked: ”Hey, Traffic, since when were you a smoker?”

Traffic looked at you and spoke as well. ”Since the day I gave up and decided to phuck myself over!” He said with a smile and uncaring look.