Lately I've been unable to shake off the vivid imagining of holding a cigarette delicately between my index and middle fingers and taking a drag from it. What does that mean?

...

It was dark in the apartment. The only light came from a computer screen in the far corner. "I hope I didn't give you that impression," she said, arm across his chest.

"No, no, no, it's fine," he said. It wasn't fine, he thought. How could she have done this to him? She had been so flirtatious, giving him those laughing eyes when they'd danced so wildly before. He moved away, stood to get a drink of water. She stayed on the bed, quiet.

The sounds of the latest indie favorite filled the silence.