It was a cowboy movie that she picked that up from. It felt “cool”. She took to practising this. A quick dart of her tongue to moisten that left corner of her lip was the “glue” needed to keep that tooth pick hanging without falling out. She was deliberately being cheeky. Annoying even. Smoker ignored her and tapped absently at his new pack of Lights with menthol. A fore finger scrapped the edge of the peel tape and with a fluid motion, he unravel the pack. He flipped it open, out of habit; he ran a finger over the top row of the twenties twice. Smoker stopped in the middle and pull out a ciggies. He began to tap it, filter side down. He took more than his usual three taps, to condense the tobacco. With a flick of his lighter, he lit up. Drew in a little at first to fire it up. Then he drew in deeply and held that breath and slowly released it through his nostrils in a steady stream. Smoker leaned back, closed his eyes and drawl. “Why do you annoy me so?” Non-Smoker Girl ro...