Dark midnight hair flowed down her elegant neck, pushed out of her face by her crimson gloved fingers. Sunglasses perched on her nose, protecting her eyes from the sun that was no longer shining. She walked down the sidewalk with a purpose. Grumbling to herself as she fumbled in her grey speckled pocketbook for her keys, she grabbed them and her lighter from its hiding place. Lighting the Camel Menthol sitting between her luscious blood soaked lips, she fought with the wind in a battle to light the nicotine fix she needed.

"What a lousy fucking day." She grumbled, her eyes narrowed, hidden behind her vast shades. "Fuck Murphy's Law. Why's it have to be freaking right all the time?" Her focus lay only on her increasingly bad mood and cigarette. She finally lit her Camel and stopped for a moment to take in it's therapeutic aroma. Lifting the cig from her lips, she slowly exhaled; watching in newly rekindled bliss as the translucent grey smoke rose above and around her, mirroring her in its essence. For the first time that day, she allowed a smile to succumb her lips.

Nicotine always solved even her worst problems.

Her mood brightened and her worries cast aside, she tasted the velvety paper as it rested against the tip of her tongue. With her head raised high in confidence, she was ready to take on her new quest and forget all she had just left behind. She continued her walk down the sidewalk without noticing the deep puddle of mud until it was too late. The traction on the bottom of her sneakers could not create enough friction to keep her balanced. Thus she found herself falling with a resound thwump straight into the river of mahogany. One of her shoes slipped off and traveled with its own agenda several inches ahead. Her new jeans lay crumpled in the mess of a mixture of dirt and water. Her white shirt was even painted in a new art design with it. Yet, despite all her mess, a smile lay on her face. The sweet sound of her laughter echoed into the almost eclipsed night air. In her hand, she still clung onto the cigarette.

Smiling jovially as she placed the Camel to her mouth once more, she shrugged. "I might've lost my shoe, but at least I still have my cig."

Owari.