Again, had Noah known what the woman was thinking, he would've disagreed. There was a difference, he maintained, between rudeness and not engaging in stupid, baseless practices to put other people at ease. But that was neither here nor there, as he still couldn't read minds. He continued smiling and gave something of a shrug. Ah, yes. Cait Baines. Obstinate as ever.
There was, of course, a strict no smoking indoors law in New York City. Still, mostly out of habit, Noah took a cigarette from the packet in his back pocket. He held it, unlit, between his fingers and gestured toward the woman. "You haven't changed, have you?"