Margaret Frost

Margaret calmly She stood and smoked a cigarette at another bar, completely forgetting about her son Tate. Margaret's cigarette fell out, right in a puddle. She rolled her eyes and took out a pack of cigarettes, which was empty. Margaret sighed with displeasure, fortunately a man was passing by with a cigarette in his hands

Hey!

Margaret approached to a this person

Do you have a cigarette?

Margaret went to drink at the bar, but she ran out of cigars