"Fuck," Faith snorted, looking at her cigarette with a forlorn expression. Courtesy of the menthol she loved so much, she could feel her skin itch for a smoke. But if it wasn't to be, it wasn't to be and she shoved the cigarette back into the pack with the rest. Only six left, she counted. She'd have to buy more soon.
"Whatever," she sighed, darting a look in the other girl's direction. "What're you listening to?"