The man stood with his back against his car. As he took a reclining position, his hand reached into the pocket of his pants where he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a silver lighter. With one hand holding the package, he leaned down to bite one out before lighting it up. Soon, a whiff of smoke escaped his lips.
The morning breeze carried the scent of tobacco into the air, assaulting the man's nostrils. It had been a long time since James had smoked. He used to do it as soon as he had stepped into the business world. The constant mingling with clients and long hours of meetings resulted in this bad habit. It was his way to cope with the stress.
However, at one point, he had stopped and it was always obvious for whom. Whatever he did seemed to lead back to his girl. It had always been Kyra who brought good to his life.