Wilbur adjusts his beanie and slips the cigarette perched in his mouth in between two fingers. He blows out a puff of smoke, tapping the ashes from the end of the cigarette on the edge of a metal pole.

The embers float down softly towards the pavement before fizzling out. He hears footsteps behind him, but makes no move to acknowledge their presence. He places the cigar back between his lips and leans on a short chain link fence.