Thailand wasn’t quite what he wanted, but it was where he needed to be. This fact brought him a bunch of issues, mainly the entire concept of the hotel he was staying at that claimed to be a peaceful, detoxifying experience — yeah, right. A bunch of bullshit, maybe. So there he stood in front of the hotel, lighting up a much needed smoke.

The evening air around him was unbearably warm, he could practically feel the droplets of sweat forming on his forehead. All he could hear was the squeaking of whatever bugs there were in the nearby grass, interrupted by the occasional person talking from inside the hotel lobby. He stood there for a couple moments, thinking stuff over. Before he could react, a person walked outside from the hotel, calling on the phone in a panicked voice. He raised an eyebrow, watching them for a second.

“Evening,” he mumbled after they had finished the call, blowing the smoke in their general direction.