"You know, you're not doing your chances of surviving any favours"

The crisp night air bit at your skin, as you spun around to look at the man adressing you.  You'd seen him around on the beach, but you couldn't exactly recall his name. He seemed rather isolated in mannerisms, and you'd only seen him skulking around in the lobby of the beach. which begged the question - why on earth was he approaching you?

He noticed you staring at him blankly, before he sighed, raising a hand to gesture to the cigarette that you held loosely in your hand.

"Smoking kills, You know."