greyrock

Is he addicted? Yes. But what is it? Music? Cigarettes? Maybe. Having lit a cigarette, the guy blew smoke out the window, which was wide open. The cold St. Petersburg air blew in his face. A girl was standing nearby. - Why do you smoke? - he grinned . - It's a habit. It's a bad day, why not throw out everything pent up inside through cigarettes? - He looked thoughtfully out the window, taking another drag. The girl standing next to him opened a jar of soap bubbles, blowing them out the window like cigarette smoke. He turned around, grinning: - Soap bubbles? - Yes. I don't smoke. - He shook his head, again plunging into his thoughts. - Soap bubbles... yeah right... He took another drag, coming out of his thoughts. - Still, smoking is an addiction, baby. - He smiled at her and put out the cigarette.