She gazed at him holding a cigar with her right hand. He had been staring at her for a while. He felt a tender pain inside. He could do nothing; she talked to someone else and he did too. She was ruining her life with such a stupid vice. She was both naïve and alone in this world, with loud music feeling extremely obnoxious to her ears and he was the only one capable of doing anything. But then she breathed grey smoke out and all which had happened in those insignificant portions of a second vanished into the cold night air.