"That's me," he said, reaching into his pocket, digging around for his cigarettes. He pulled out a crumpled pack, opened it up, and frowned.
"Fuck. James, you fucking kid," he muttered to himself. He sighed and pulled out two cigarettes, throwing the now empty pack into the gutter.
"I've only got two left," he said, not bothering to hide his frustration. "This...kid I know must have flushed the rest. I had a full pack this morning."