*Night walks in, striking a match and lighting the cigarette that rests in her mouth. Out of the corner of her lips she blew on the match and it went out, she threw it down. She takes a draw, looking around. Walking slowly along her trench coat drags behind her on the ground, she finds a table with a few people surrounding it, and there's an empty seat.
"Mind if I sit here?", She asked.
Before the people have any time to reply she'd already scooted the chair out and sat down. Blowing out her smoke she looked at each of the people sitting there, studying them.*