Failure To Succeed.

"Those things can kill you," I muttered under my breath.
"Excuse me?" The guy asked.
"Cigarettes," I said, pointing out what I though was the obvious, "take a word of advice and quit while you can." He just stared at me, I couldn't tell if he was surprised or confused,
The stranger chuckled and stared down at the ground before looking back at me, his sea blue eyes swirled with amazement?
"You give good advice."
"I know."
"Maybe you should start taking it."
"What?"
"I mean, you always see the good in everyone and mean everything you say, but how is it that the one person that give the advice can't see they need it more than one's she give it to?" He asked, dropping the cigarette on the ground while stomping it out with his combat boots. "And I don't smoke." I looked at him confused.
"Do I know you?" I asked as the bus began to pull up.
"No," he said standing up and stretching. "but I hope to meet you again."
"Don't you need to take the bus?" I asked to him. He stopped and turned around.
"Nah," He smirked, "I just wanted to talk to you."
"I don't know you." I reminded him.
"But I know you."