She blows the smoke through her nostrils everytime.
I suppose she saw it in the movies, and probably thinks
it makes her look cool.
...I think it makes her look cool.

An approach.
"Didn't I meet you somewhere before?"
She rolls her eyes everytime.
I pretend to have trouble remembering the
21st of October, 2009, 6:19pm
it was a tuesday at a christmas party of a mutual friend's.
You wore a scarf, paisley, it made you look so ironic,
and hip and perfect.

"No, I don't think so."
You finish the last drag, which is where
I always seem to come into play.
So we sit and smolder there, it and I,
Alone, again...

...or at least that's how I always imagined it would go,
every time.