Rebound
The size of the cigarette was dwindling, the lights on the butt nearing exhaustion. He took in a last drag from it and cast away the remains.
His eyes wandered off in the distance, the massive amounts of buildings coming into sight amidst the foggy mist hovering above. He took in a substantial amount of the cold air through his mouth, almost resisting the urge not to pick up another stick of cigarette from the pack in his pocket.
His left hand in his pocket fiddled with the cigarette pack as he awaited the arrival of someone he had been expecting. The impatience on his face said it all, his middle-aged self being unable to carry on for a long time under the harsh weather condition.
"Director Dickson."