... our main character awakens to the noon heat when a crumpled empty pack of lucky seven's hits him on the head. ... he looks over to the couch
"can you get some cigs? we're out..." she says
he notices the haze of smoke glowing in the heat that the uncurtained warehouse windows only magnify. a single lit cigarrette hangs unsmoked in the ashtray behind her head with an inch and a half of undisturbed ash. he gets up to find his wallet....
.... he can feel the building shake around them as the freight elevator in the converted grain silo lobby clangs to a halt. as the echo dies down, she adds,
"...and a soda?"
