The smoke came out in ribbons from the end of his cigarette, the tip of it glowing the same orange of the sun moments before it set. His zippo lighter made a click as it shut, and the quiet ruffling of fabric was heard as he shoved it back in his pocket.

"Care for one?" He asks, a Brummie accent thick on his tongue, coating each word that came out of his mouth. "Sharing's carin', as they say."