"Who the hell is that" thought Alice, trying to see in the dark. She was too tired to even get scared, let alone walk away.
Which was strange for her, since she was so easily scared by literally anything. A loud noise, a sudden crash or movement of one's hand.
But now, she just kept going, hoping whoever was standing there (probably smoking, since he/she/it was surrounded by thick, white smoke.) could give her one.
The exhausting day numbed her instincts, so she didn't care anymore and went up to the mysterious figure. Somehow, it didn't seem daunting.
Well, it did, it was a dark figure smoking at night in a park for Christ's sake.
"Hey, got a spare smoke?" asked Alice. The figure took the cigarette out of its mouth and revealed an evil-ish type of smile. The yellowish teeth glistened from the light of the lamppost.
It appeared that the figure was wearing a hat, like the gangsters in Chicago used to, "Al Capone" style. "What a classy dude, " she thought to herself, almost impressed.
I say impressed because when will you ever see a guy wear anything classy?
Anything that doesn't involve jeans, old sweatshirts, sneakers or just that screams "casual style", aka typical and boring.
Why does everything have to revolve around comfort and practicality? Why can't a suit be considered normal?
Before she went on a whole rant in her head, Alice stopped the winy thoughts and came back to reality.
While she was in her thoughts, the man (as she already noticed), held out an old fashioned, golden cigarette holder with the most elegant looking cigs.
She almost gasped when she saw something so exquisite.
Who is this person? She couldn't see his face, because it was completely devoured under the shadow of his fedora hat and the collar of his trench coat.
It was it this moment she became not only intrigued but also kind of scared (finally). Alice took the pretty pastel pink smoke and admired it for a second.
She always wanted to try the Sobranie cigs but couldn't find the right occasion to spoil herself. It's like with everything in life: we want it, but we don't feel that we deserve it.
He held out the light for her. Matches. Of course. She didn't expect less of him. After all, he was wearing a suit , had a cigarette holder and a fedora hat.
"Thanks", said she, almost in an uncertain voice.
"You are very welcome, Alice" said he.