Projection

10 • okay

Her brow furrowed together as she watched the man take multiple drags in rather quick succession. A frown made its way onto her face.

"Are you okay?"

Austin held the smoke in himself for a moment before exhaling. He lazily turned to look at her.

"What makes you ask that?"

"Well," she drawled hesitantly, "don't people smoke when they feel stressed?"

"Among other reasons."

"So you're okay?"

He took another drag, pulling the smoke deep into his lungs and letting it settle before exhaling slowly.

"I'm okay, Abby."