I saw him lit himself a cigarette. He jammed it between his lips and took a deep breath. He breathed out, setting the smoke free. I watched the smoke of his breath dance around the air and disappear. For some reason, the smoke took my attention more than it should. Like smoke, I hung around unbalanced. Swinging around to wait for the day I was going to disappear. "Maybe it's time for your final lesson." he said, breathing his cigarette out. Content Warnings: sex smoking, alcohol swearing

He works at a bookstore, his dream to be a rock guitarist, stuck in a place he doesn't belong. She works at the pub across the street, her only dream is to be a professional ballerina, stuck in a place she doesn't belong. They are both strangers to their own worlds, would fit in to each other's better. Maybe they just each others' help to fit in. Or maybe they just need each other to feel fit in.