He sighed, the grey cloud of smoke wafting out from his mouth as he tapped his shoe against the wooden floor, looking over the view of another cold night's sky, the moon shining brightly as the whole area was surrounded by quiet noises, the warm wind nipping at his cold skin. The man looked like he was zoning out, his eyes laid on a random object as he tapped his cigarette over the ashtray, then brought it over to his mouth to take another deep drag of it. He was by himself.