"Would you like one?"
Jim is ever the gentleman, and holds the pack out to her. Alex is laying on her stomach in his bed, head on the pillow, looking out the window before he grabs her attention. Alex looks at them a moment, scared, before she takes one and sits up. He lights it for her.
Alex wasn't much of a smoker. Tried it in uni for a bit, then gave it up. But she feels like she needs this one. Tries not to cough too much. Jim is very nice. He doesn't laugh at her, just lights one of his own and putters around, tossing her discarded knickers at her. She picks up his shirt, as well, missing a button as she does it up.
"What time is it?"
"Dunno."
"Your watch is on the nightstand."
"It's broken."
"Oh. Right."
They sit in silence, breathing smoke into the air.
