Quentin flung his feet over the edge of the building and look down cautiously, it was high and windy, whipping his hair into odd ruffled shapes without settling for too long until the wind took it in other directions. He pulled his lighter out of his pocket along with a packet of cigarettes and snapped the box open, pulling out a new and fresh one and flicked the flame on his lighter pushing the cigarette into his mouth and lighting it. He made a shield with his hand to block the wind from stealing his little ball of fire and the cigarette was alight.
He took a long drag and felt the nicotine raising through his blood reducing his adrenaline and shakiness considerably, he was awash with relief and his craving had been busted. He felt sane and calm and sitting up on the roof chilled him to the bone so his cigarette gave his warmth. Some of the ash was blown up into the air swirling around in little hot dances before burning up in the brashness of the wind from being so high up. Quentin puffed the smoke back out into little rings formed through O shapes that his lips made, almost close to pouting adding a little extra breeze force to propel the smoke rings into the open and away from him.
He took a long drag and felt the nicotine raising through his blood reducing his adrenaline and shakiness considerably, he was awash with relief and his craving had been busted. He felt sane and calm and sitting up on the roof chilled him to the bone so his cigarette gave his warmth. Some of the ash was blown up into the air swirling around in little hot dances before burning up in the brashness of the wind from being so high up. Quentin puffed the smoke back out into little rings formed through O shapes that his lips made, almost close to pouting adding a little extra breeze force to propel the smoke rings into the open and away from him.