"Thought you'd never ask." Dean didn't hesitate to reach out and accept a cigarette. He had his own lighter, one of the things he never left home without, and despite the craziness, it was still tucked safe in his pocket along with chalk and a couple of small candles.
"Hope you have a light," he said with a wry smile. She didn't know he had his own lighter, and she didn't need to know. He held the cigarette between his lips. He didn't smoke as a general rule, but sometimes a guy had to make an exception.