Johann Tobit Asmodeus

So Johann didn't always think of everything. He thought of a lot of things, but he had never bothered to set a time for meeting at the bar. Now he'd draw attention to that if he texted to ask. So he'd shown up at the bar too early, killed some time inside, chatted the bartender up for a while. Now he was leaning against the wall a ways from the door, shoulders hunched against the winter chill, blowing fog and smoke out at the sky with his cigarette dangling at his side. He took another drag of the dwindling stick, slowly burning away to ash and filter. Every now and then he convinced himself he was going to quit. Soon as he got around to it. But he never did 'get around to it'.

Glancing up at the starless sky, blotted smokey gray and glowing with the city lights, he let out another long exhale, dropping the cigarette to the ground at his feet and grinding it out. It was getting too cold for this. He needed to head back in. But the slight tingling numbness to his fingers hadn't quite spread yet. Maybe just a few moments longer.