The lighter switches off with the cap, Jesse sticking it back into his pocket while his cigarette dangles momentarily from his lips. He’s agreed, out of sheer dumb fuckery, to meet with someone who could, maybe help him with his supernatural thing within him.
❛ Where the fuck is she, ❜ he mutters to himself, exhaling a heavy cloud of smoke. Another few minutes go by. He sighs, annoyed, and puts out the butt.
❛ Fuck this. ❜