"Sure," Jess replied, half asleep.

Beside the office was a deck with two picnic tables on it shaded by a tarp. I sat on one of the tables and pulled my lighter from my pocket to light my cigarette. But it wouldn't light. Try as I might, the stupid thing was out of fluid and I didn't have another lighter.

"Need a light?" came a voice from behind me.

"Yeah, sure," I replied, turning toward - "Christian?"

He smiled and popped a cigarette in his mouth, then leaned in so his forehead was resting against mine and lit his cigarette.

"Long time, no talk," he said, smiling.