It’s chilly out tonight.

The cold nips at Jack’s skin, even through the warmth and thickness of his suit. It bites harshly at his bare knuckles, but he makes no move to step back inside. Though, he does take a glance at the door beside him.

It’s better out here than in his office, It’d gotten too stuffy in there. The papers scattered on his desk wouldn’t stop falling, and— Actually, he didn’t feel like thinking about everything that had just gone wrong. All he cared about now, was that he’d calmed down, he was in the somewhat-welcoming cold, and he had a cigarette. There’s no room for bad thoughts.

..Speaking of which. His eyes blink down to the burning item betwixt his fingers. Its hardly been used by him, mostly just burning itself up. He brings the end up to his lips, taking a long drag from it.

It doesn’t make him any more relaxed.

But it does, at the very least, put on a nice show as he blows the smoke out. As the smoke slowly twirls in the air, a pleased smile comes onto his face and a quiet chuckle escapes his lips. Absentmindedly, he leans back on the wall behind him. He can get used to this..

..And then the door clicks open. Jack’s startled— Startled enough to drop his cig straight onto the ground and nearly break his neck trying to see who it was.