Turning the corner, she spotted a girl that resembled a stereotypical 'Goth.'
She was craving and the girl's lips held the prize. Before the knew it she stood before the girl. She squatted down, sitting on her heels. She gazed intently upon the cancer stick. "Would you mind?" She asked, swimming through the 2nd hand smoke, taking it in and breathing it back out, yearning for it.